The last couple of weeks have been - challenging... dear lovable Shelby stopped eating, and finally we had to let her go. It was, in frank words, a shitty day. She was a sweet dog, LOTS of energy early on, but as she got older we were buddies. The house is so quiet without her.
Bubba - typical with hard emotions, held on, but he was moved. We drank afterwards. We killed the day away from home.
Thankfully for a change, Bob was home this past week. It made things a bit easier. A bit.
I loaded up my car with her stuff THEN found out that the Humane Society closed at 5 PM... great. Had to hang on to her stuff for a week. My car smelled like dog food all week. I cried putting her stuff in the car - that stupid orthopedic bed... cripes I was a mess. And Friday when I finally dropped it off - I had to get out of there quickly. Sucked on ice.
Upside, morning routine is shorter, this past weekend when we were both gone, I didn't fret and worry about Shelby being home alone. She's now, sleeping in the sun, running jumping playing again. Nothing aches and all the goodies she wants.
I had my first weekend with the Rainbow Girls in Ocean City. The drive down was rainy, long and I was too pooped to pop by the time I found this place. Dumped kid, drove another 20 minutes up the road to the same hotel we use during Girls' beach weekend. It was 9 miles up the road - it might as well had been 200... Why?
Let me tell you - LOTS AND LOTS of cars cruising up and down the street with seriously loud tail pipes and all sorts of drunken foolishness... OMG Cops and people everywhere. Twenty somethings with too much time and money on their hands because you know all that car modification doesn't come cheap.
Then this morning I was up at O-dark-early -- up showered, packed, out the door early - had time for another breakfast at my favorite beach place, it was early - there 3 of us in there. Perfect.
Rolled kid out of bed, and got on the road. I love coming in early if not on time. I had time for primp, and get things handled - until my husband comes downstairs in pants that looked like he should be mowing the lawn in them...
So, two wardrobe changes later he finally figures out that old blue pants don't match with a brown shirt... we got something that wasn't old and mis-matched. Then he shows me his shoes -- with cracked soles... just shoot me now...
We have made plans to go shopping.
.... more later.
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