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What was that?

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Last weekend the weather was absolutely beautiful and my husband and I decided to enjoy a fire in the fire pit for the first time this summer.

The dogs were happy, Winn slept by my feet, Annie was relaxing on the other side of the fire pit and Maisie was in the back of the yard staring across the fence hoping for a sighting of the neighbor’s dog.

We were about ready to go in, it was pretty dark and the fire was just about out when we heard a scuffle behind us.  Maisie came running up behind me and fortunately put on the brakes when she reached my chair.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw something small and dark race just past my feet, scuttle over the speed hump that was Annie and disappear under the deck.

Annie jumped up and started to run towards her hidey-hole but then gathered her wits and slowly came back towards us.  Clearly, she did not like the sensation of something racing over her back side.

My best guess is chipmunk or maybe a mouse.  It was about the size of a tennis ball but not bouncy enough to be a baby bunny.  Whatever it was, it provided a very entertaining ending to a relaxing evening at home!

P.S. Winn slept through the whole thing and had to be woken up to go inside and go to bed.

Painting with a puppy

We’ve come up with a new saying. When something turns out to be harder than it should, “That’s like painting with a puppy.”

We packed the car and hit to road with Winn to go to my mom’s house in Southeast Colorado.  She lives in a very small, rural town and wants to sell her house, downsize and move closer to one of her children.

Her house is a beautiful, old, brick Georgian style home that needed a fresh coat of paint on the interior along with some other repairs. We had a very long list to accomplish and I’m happy to say that we got almost everything done but I had to repaint a few areas several times because Winn would be right behind me rubbing against it and licking it.IMG_2444

When I was on the ladder she was always right beneath me.IMG_2486

When she got bored, she would start to cruise around, taking things she knew I would need in order to get my attention.  She grabbed my gloves, paint rollers, garbage bags, my empty coffee cup, and as often as possible, a roll of paper towels.IMG_2659.jpg

Since she wanted to always be near, I finally tied her to a radiator pipe so that she could see me but not disrupt my painting progress.IMG_2473

I took lots of breaks when she was feeling restless and was most productive while she napped. She loved my mom’s yard, romped through her lily patch, played in the sprinkler and ran around when she got the zoomies.IMG_2500.jpg

 

 

 

It took a week but we accomplished what we set out to do. Her house looks beautiful and is ready to show!

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Weekend activities

our first group walkIMG_1355

latest DIY–I decided we needed a ramp, and once again hubby was willing to comply (use some new tools).

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catching up with good friends

most importantly, remembering–my dad’s navy years were very influential and I have always appreciated and honored those who have made the ultimate sacrifice for all of us.

Come on man!

Disclaimer: this post is not about the dogs 🙂

I love having my son home for the summer, BUT…

Yesterday I was upstairs catching up on some chores when I noticed a puddle in the hallway. No, this wasn’t from the puppy and I know this because 1. she wasn’t in the house at the time (my husband took her to work because everyone there was dying to meet her)  2. she doesn’t free roam on the 2nd floor 3. she is under constant supervision so even if she was wandering on the 2nd floor I would have seen her do the deed and 4. she is practically perfect in every way and house training is going very well.

I did what any reasonable person would do and I looked up.  Sure enough, there was water dripping from the ceiling. I know from experience that the culprit was the kids’ bathroom, or what I now call Thomas’ bathroom because my daughter has moved out-of-state into her own place.

I went charging up the stairs and as I rushed into the bathroom, I splashed into about 1/2 inch of standing water. He’s been home for less than a week and this!!!! He had left the house over an hour ago and didn’t notice that his toilet was having a problem!!!

I ran downstairs, found the plunger and a load of towels and headed back up to fix the issue and clean up the mess, all the while, muttering and reminding myself that “I love my son, I love my son”.

Thomas has always known how to time an entrance, and he returned home minutes after I had gotten the situation under control and all of the water mopped up. I gave him a quick status report on his bathroom and he gave me his best blank stare and shoulder shrug and managed not to crack a smile.  I gave him my best “come on man” expression and managed not to crack a smile.

To his credit, he didn’t give me some stupid excuse or defense and simply went upstairs and grabbed the cleaning bucket.  He and I have always communicated well with each other and he has been very supportive of me over the last several months.  He knew he screwed up, we laughed about it and he took over where I left off.  Of course I had to have the last word and shouted “you’re too old for me to be cleaning up your potty messes”. I heard him chuckle as he climbed the stairs.

P.S. This is my 100th post! Funny that this one isn’t dedicated to the dogs…

Welcome home baby Winn!

This last weekend was a joyous one.  Very early Saturday morning we began the journey to bring this sweet girl into our family.

We made it to our destination a little early and were rewarded with meeting the whole litter as they returned from getting their cardiac clearances.  They were a wiggly, fluffy  pile on this last day as a group. It was hard to tell where one stopped and the other started.

We helped transfer them all to their pen and then started the process of taking ownership of this special puppy.  It was a little emotional for all of us.  This was a big day full of changes and adjustments but I was so happy.

I did not make this decision lightly and had found this breeder about a year ago.  Adopting Annie had opened my eyes to the abuses of a careless breeder and I quickly learned about the differences in breeder techniques and how to find one that is ethical and doing it for the love of the breed and to support breed standards and health.

After a lot of behind the scenes research, which included referring to the NCA website and following their recommendations, talking to other Newfie owners and seeing a different breeders’ litter I decided I wanted to contact this breeder to start the next step of finding the right puppy.  Just as I needed to be comfortable with him, he also needed to be comfortable with me.  He would want to know what kind of home we had, what type of owner I am and how this puppy would be treated.  I would need his approval.

Annie has surprised me.  Once I figured out how old she was, I realized our time together would probably be shorter than I originally hoped.  Currently she shows no signs of decline, but with these big dogs I have learned that things can change pretty quickly so it seemed like the right time to start the process.

I took a leap and made the first contact in January.  I wanted to introduce myself and find out what his letter plans were for the year. I was hoping for late summer/early fall but he had just bred his girl. If she was pregnant she would be due in March and then she would retire.  His next litter wouldn’t be for 2 years because he would wait for his other girl to mature. I thought about it for about 2 seconds, and then decided I still wanted to pursue a puppy from this breeder, at this time if possible.  He couldn’t promise me anything.  There were other people ahead of me that had interest in this litter and he would have no way of knowing if there would be one for me until after they were born.

I’ve learned that if you wait for the perfect moment to do something, you might not recognize that moment when it appears.  There are always reasons and excuses to put something off, but I decided to seize this opportunity and felt like the positives outweighed the negatives.

I am so glad I made that decision that day. I was still hurting from the loss of my best friend.  She died Thanksgiving weekend, 3 weeks after receiving a Leukemia diagnosis.  On Jan. 2nd, my dad was diagnosed with Liver Cancer and I spent about 3 weeks in February with him while he went through radiation therapy but at the end of March, he took a turn and I rushed back to his side and stayed there until he passed away 4 days later.

I had hoped to bring the puppy for a visit at the end of May when my dad was supposed to have a scan to determine the success of his treatment. As I sat by his side, I shared pictures and updates with him as they came in from her breeder, and told him I would be naming her after the lake in New Hampshire that we both loved so much. My dad wasn’t able to talk, but I could read his face and knew that he was happy for me.  There is no way I could have known on that January day all that would transpire over the next several months, but having this sweet, fluffy puppy in my arms brings me the joy that I’ve recently been searching for.

This is Winn.  Her name is inspired by years of wonderful memories spent at my parents lake house and riding in my dad’s boat on Lake Winnipesaukee.  She is 10 weeks old and she makes our pack complete!IMG_0923