Barkbox day is a HAPPY day around here. Although Gracie doesn’t get nearly as excited as Dharma, she’ll pick a toy from the box after Dharma has chosen her favorite.
Since my back surgery, I’ve walked on the treadmill almost every day. That is… until about 2 months ago. I got lazy and work got hectic. I stopped posting here for those reasons — but I also stopped doing what I know I need to do to keep away from the neurosurgeon.
Last week, struggling to sleep and stand straight, I jumped back into the healthier routine. I manned the weedeater (my arms are still sore) and got back on the ole’ treadmill. Still in 3rd place in my select family member’s 7-day step status, I see I’m moving up as each lazy day is replaced with a good one. (It helps that my favorite brother is on a loooong flight.) By next week, I plan to claim the #1 spot.
Today is a lazy Sunday — but I still plan to meet that step goal!
Coco got new bedding too. Unlike mine, hers is dog puke free.
Yesterday, UPS arrived with the new bedding I ordered from Macys. Excited to have a new look, I pulled off all the old bedding to wash and replaced it with all the new stuff. I took a photo…
This morning, I awoke to the sound of a dog throwing up. Anyone want to guess what Dharma hit with vomit?
PS. At the foot of my bed are 2 of the most amazing dog beds ever (Coolaroo). Dharma still prefers the human bed at night.
Yesterday, Coco was outside riding her Ziggle under a sunny sky. It was over 80 degrees.
This evening it got pretty scary around here. Tornado warnings… sirens going off in town… dark skies and wind… and then the temperature dropped almost 20 degrees.
Neither the electric nor the Internet went out and it all lasted about 15 minutes. Storms predicted for tonight but nothing severe in the forecast. Hope the puppies let me sleep. 🙂
The whole “post a photo every day on your blog” challenge is over. I’m a loser because I missed 2 weeks in March.
I’m FREE! I may post every day and I may post once a week or so but I no longer feel obligated to post here every single day.
Sometimes failure can feel like freedom.
If I was 6 and had an Easter basket, this could be me… running with my hair blowing and not a care in the world. 🙂