Leroy was my assistant at work yesterday.
Best and only assistant I have ever had before.
This year Leroy has become very comfortable with jumping in my bed in the mornings.
He use to never jump in bed with me. He use to just sit at my bedside and breathe hot air in my face but I guess that got boring so now he has decided that jumping in bed with me is a way better approach to waking me up.
The thing is, I’m a pretty heavy sleeper and most of the time, unless he misjudges his jump and lands on me, I don’t even know he’s in bed with me.
Just like a few weeks ago. I felt hot breath on the back of my neck when I was sleeping and I assumed it was my husband but when I rolled over I realized it was Leroy.
He was laying just like my husband, head on the pillow, all sprawled out and sound asleep.
Weird but cute.
I brought Leroy home a squeaky toy from work yesterday.
He loves squeaky toys, but they have to be squeaky toys that are shaped like a bone and the squeaker has to be in the middle or they are not squeak worthy.
He absolutely loves his new pink squeaky bone toy.
He has at least a dozen squeaky toys shaped like a bone, but none of them are pink and only cool boys can be comfortable squeaking pink toys.
He laid in the grass for hours last night just squeaking away.
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.
I have to apologize for not being around much lately but we are in the midst of a teachers strike in the city where I live and I have been focusing all my attention and energy on staying up to date on information regarding the strike so that I can make decisions regarding Bobby and Gracie who are directly affected by this. I hope to be back to regular blogging in a few days.
It’s been a few weeks, wait maybe it’s only be a few days, since I’ve given you the latest “State of the MyBrownNewfies Health Status.”
Sherman shows no signs of any issues with his chest, at all. Done and gone. His ACL injury, which was doing very well until his “I’m going to herd the sheep” episode, has gone from good to o.k. He’s limping intermittently, usually after he over does it, of which we are trying to avoid.
His cold laser therapy treatment is set to start on March 13th because that was the soonest we could get in. I’m really excited to get this started and I will be sure to give you updates as we go because I know that several people were interested to see how this treatment works for Sherman.
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.