Wee on the floor
My parents took the boy down to Baltimore, MD, this weekend, to see the Red Sox play the Orioles. Yes, he's very lucky; he comes home from one trip, then gets to miss another day of school for another. Sue me. He had a great time, and he got to see Manny Ramirez hit career home run number 500, live and in person.
The boy came home today with many happy memories. (He didn't take this picture, and neither did my parents, sadly).
In the meantime, we had my parents' dog all weekend, which meant that we were a two-dog household for about 48 hours or so. Jack had the time of his life, stalking and rolling around with my parents' dog, who happens to be about seven years old, several inches shorter, and at least five pounds lighter that Jack. But Spot (not his real name) put up a good fight and seemed to have a good time. At least, until the thunderstorms came. Then he shook on our sofa for two hours until the storms passed. Jack reacted to the storm by rolling around on the floor with a toy in his mouth, completely unfazed.
Someone peed on my kitchen floor Friday afternoon and I'm still not sure who it was. The suspects are Jack, Spot, or my daughter, and I can't figure out who would be the most disturbing culprit. It's probably for the best that I will never know.
Go Celtics!
The boy came home today with many happy memories. (He didn't take this picture, and neither did my parents, sadly).
In the meantime, we had my parents' dog all weekend, which meant that we were a two-dog household for about 48 hours or so. Jack had the time of his life, stalking and rolling around with my parents' dog, who happens to be about seven years old, several inches shorter, and at least five pounds lighter that Jack. But Spot (not his real name) put up a good fight and seemed to have a good time. At least, until the thunderstorms came. Then he shook on our sofa for two hours until the storms passed. Jack reacted to the storm by rolling around on the floor with a toy in his mouth, completely unfazed.
Someone peed on my kitchen floor Friday afternoon and I'm still not sure who it was. The suspects are Jack, Spot, or my daughter, and I can't figure out who would be the most disturbing culprit. It's probably for the best that I will never know.
Go Celtics!