We had another super busy weekend filled with soccer, baseball and a very special occasion with Gracie making her First Communion.
What’s that?
You’d like to see some pictures.
Well o.k., maybe just one.
Or two………………
That’s Gracie’s cousin and my niece Eileen. They made their First Communion on the same day and then we had a big party to celebrate.
For the past week our normally very busy street has been closed.
It’s been glorious.
Not only is it extremely quiet and private, but it has also given us an alternate route to walk and explore.
Or if you’re Sherman, a new place to lay down and relax while your owner takes pictures of you in the middle of the street.
It’s been really nice to walk in the opposite direction of what we normally walk without any type of traffic.
Normally we can only walk North on our street because their isn’t any sidewalks going South, I mean there is sidewalks but they are about 500 feet down from our house on the opposite side of the street and there isn’t a safe way to walk that 500 feet and cross due to the way the terrain is.
Spring sports started this weekend for the kids.
Bobby had his first baseball game of the season on Friday.
And Saturday.
And Sunday.
Gracie had her first soccer game on Saturday morning.
Mother Nature must of missed the memo that Spring sports are now underway and we need temps above fifty and not below forty.
We had a high wind advisory for Bobby’s Friday night game with temps in the forties.
It snowed for Gracie’s soccer game Saturday morning and Bobby’s Sunday morning baseball game was just plain cold.
So basically I spent the whole weekend freezing both my butt cheeks off, all of my fingers and all of my toes.
Mother Nature better get her act together before next weekend because I’m out of hand warmers.
How was your weekend?
We had 4 days of glorious weather last week followed by 6 days of severely depressing rain and cold weather.
Of course the rain equals mud and mud equals happy and dirty Newfies and happy and dirty Newfies makes for a sore back and extra loads of laundry for me.
I’m not complaining about that. It comes with the breed and the lovely state that I live in.
What I am complaining about is white towels and the fact that I even own a white towel.
I normally use dark towels to wipe the dogs when they are wet and muddy.
It’s the mind game that I play with myself because dark towels don’t show mud as well as light towels so of course if I don’t see it as well, it’s not that bad.
We had a glorious weekend.
The weather was perfect.
A bit chilly on Saturday but Sunday was perfect and I took full advantage of the warm weather and dedicated the day to giving Sherman and Leroy a bath and some grooming time.
I did things a little different this time.
Instead of giving them a bath in the dark, cold garage I moved all my bathing and grooming stuff to the backyard so that we could actually be outside enjoying the beautiful day.
I have to say, it worked quite well and I don’t know why I have never done it this way before.
I gave Sherman a bath and then toweled dried him and let him hang out the yard while I gave Leroy a bath.
Then after Leroy’s bath I put Sherman up on the table, dried and trimmed for a bit, while Leroy hung out in the yard and air dried a little.
Just like a lot of people around this time of the year I enjoy a few Peeps to snack on from time to time.
However, I’m the type of person that prefers a semi-stale Peep over a nice fresh Peep. It’s because of this that when I feel the urge to devour a little Peep coming on I take 1-2 Peeps out of the package and let them sit on the counter for a bit to harden up.
Saturday I felt the urge for a Peep creeping up on me so I went about my normal procedure and took 2 Peeps out of their container, set them on the counter and went about my business.
A little while later I came back into the kitchen to check on the progress of my Peep and I saw this:
Hmmmm. Interesting.
A lonely Peep laying on the floor next to Sherman.
Neither one of them looking at each other or at me.
Just to make sure I didn’t falsely accuse anyone I walked out of the room for a second and them came back in.
Very interesting.
The Peep waddled over to Sherman’s mouth.
I knew it.
Saturday was National Puppy Day, a special day set aside to love and appreciate the joy that puppies bring to our lives. National Puppy Day was founded by Pet Lifestyle Expert, Colleen Paige, a tireless advocate for the rights and well-being of dogs and other animals.
Even though I’m a few days late for National Puppy Day I thought I would take this chance to celebrate Sherman and Leroy’s puppyhood and share a bit about each of them and how they came to join our family.
I waited a long time for Sherman and the day we drove to Michigan to pick him up was a very memorable day for me. Forget the fact that we almost died on our drive up there because we drove through a torrential downpour for half of the trip and my life flashed before my eyes several times on the highway, but all that fear went away as soon as we pulled into our destination and the breeder scooped Sherman up and plopped him in my arms.
After almost a year of waiting, I was holding my first little brown newfie and I would of drove through anything to get him.
Sherman did not feel quite the same about me at first.
He didn’t even give me a puppy kiss for quite awhile.
Actually, he wouldn’t even look at me for quite some time.
When we headed home I really wanted to just hold Sherman in my arms the whole ride back but he wanted nothing to do with me. We sat in the back seat together but Sherman sat as far away from me as he could and never looked at me. I would try to scoot close to him and he would scoot farther away from me.
I felt bad.
We had a pretty lazy weekend, which doesn’t happen very often around here. To be honest it was actually quite nice to lounge around in my pj’s all weekend.
It was pretty difficult to motivate myself to get the dogs out for a walk each day but I did it because the days of hiking in the woods behind our house are quickly coming to an end as I watch Mother Nature try to make up her mind up of which season she would like Northeast Ohio to be in.
Winter or Spring?
We only walk in the woods behind our house in the winter due to the unsavory conditions it’s in at other times of the year. As soon as Spring hits, the area will be covered in mud and will not be passable for us until Summer, of which, it will be too warm for the dogs to go for a long hike.
So for now I must take advantage of Mother Nature’s uncertainty, get out of my pj’s and savor the days that we have left of walking in the woods.
Now, which way should we go?
I had a rough week at work last week.
It’s not all puppies and kittens all the time.
Nope.
Sometimes it’s a week full of cat pee, bunny bites and achy knees.
Instead of listing all the bad things that happened in a negative way I’m going to try and look at the positive side of it all so that this week I can head on in with a smile on my face.
This weekend I made an unexpected trip to my sister’s house.
I call it unexpected because I usually don’t go to my sister’s house in the winter months.
It’s not that she lives far away or that I don’t love her. It’s just my rule.
We go to her house in the late spring and early fall.
We skip visits in the Summer and Winter. (don’t worry we see each other all the time at my parent’s house)
Actually I should say I instead of we because the kids go there all the time, all year round.
The dogs and I do not.
We have our reasons.
Mud, heat, and cold.