YUCK!

As I was updating my blog... my lovely teen comes to tell me that she just picked the biggest booger ever! Said it was "nasty"!

Fun huh!

Teens... gotta love em!

Camping...

Just a quick note to say that camping with my dog was something. It was her first time camping, and my first time being by myself in the cabin with her on Friday night. Anyway... as soon as we left home, Brandy was so restless in the car. She could not stay still! It drove me nuts!!! And when we got to Luray for a "pit stop", I had to go get food and go to the bathroom... but Brandy would not go! She sniffed and sniffed and sniffffffed... nothing came out. Took a good 20 minutes then I gave up. Got back in the car and hit the road to Bentonsville.

We get there... I tie her up with a 20 foot long leash... she was not used to all the freedom a 20 inch leash would allow!! She ate EVERYTHING off the ground... bark, rock, ciggie butt, sticks, grass, leaves, rabbit poop, you name it... EAT EAT EAT! UGH. Normally when she does that at home, I try to stop her... cuz she threw up last time... but this time.. it was too much. I gave up. She finally trained me to just roll my eyes and do whatever I need to do when she is eating off the ground outside.

We go to bed... it was fine.. but she got up at 3 am pawing me and my face! So I get up drowsily and take her to pee. I look around... the campground was sooo quiet... not a soul was there that night. Then I wake up at 7 am... do the routine... 2 hours later I am too tired and I had just finished bawling my eyes out reading "Marley", so I take her back to bed. We slept till a dark figure comes in the cabin (my friend Christy).

Saturday she was sooo restless... so we threw a ball over and over (let her off the leash from time to time) so she could run free. By 10 pm she was pooped. Looked like she could barely walk! I felt sorry for her so I picked her up and cradled her... usually she would kick and squirm to get out of my arms. Not this time. She was tooo tired. Boy she was heavy! (she is 37 lbs now at 4 months old). Then finally we go to bed. Everything was peachy!

Sunday she was more tired than playful. She was so exhausted from morning to night. Poor dear, but looks like she had fun! :)

Poor Nikki

I thought it was about time to update you guys on my lil teen.

She is approaching 14 very quickly!!! Come November 16th, that will arrive! YIKES!! 14!!! The age that some of my freshmen students are at! It's official... 4 more years. Just 4 more years. Then I am going to hear all "I'm 18, you cannot do anything about it" a thousand times. I know because I did that too. I remember running out to the mall the weekend I got home (naturally that was the same time I just turned 18) and got my ears pierced for the 2nd time. Then when I got home, I told mom, look... see... can't do nothing! GOSH! The horror... I can see mom saying this now "payback!"...

Anyway, for the last 2 weeks or so, I have been snapping and nagging nonstop at Nikki. Poor girl. Keeps making small mistakes and me making a big deal out of it. Last night, it hit me. ENOUGH. Pick your battles... you do not want her to shut down. Snapping gets nothing done, helps nothing. So... I am going to try my "bestest" (grin) to reduce snapping! It is not a good feeling. Nope... no siree. After all, I only have 4 more years with her!

:(

My gift from Brandy

This morning was just like every day.

Normally, I get up, take the dog out to pee/poop, feed the dog, get dressed/ready, take her outside again for another round of pee/poop, and then finally putting her in the crate. This is my routine. Lucky me!

But... this morning something was off!

I get up, take the dog out to pee/poop, only she peed. That's it. OH NO! Schedule and routine thrown off!!! I take a breather, bring Brandy in and tell myself... hey don't worry, she will poop on the 2nd bathroom trip. Boy was I confident! So, I go get ready for work... as I brushed my teeth, I felt funny. Yeah, I always... I mean ALWAYS have this knack of knowing something is wrong. Kid, relationship, pet, whatever, I can tell something is off! Yeah, I was born with a 6th sense! :) Anyhoo, as I was saying, I felt funny. I began to panic... so I rushed to finish the teeth thingy, and the minute I walked out of the bathroom.... I caught a whiff of this familar stinky smell. OH NO, OH NO!!! So I run in the living room...

There it was!! A lovely brown pile of a small mountain! Fresh and hot! My gift from Brandy dear! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Lesson Learned. Poop must on first trip! Force if have to! :)