Presumably, our pups have lives that happen when we aren't playing them, as none of us can play 24/7. Some of the things that happen are tedious and everyday, and not worth thinking much on: It's fair to assume they eat, bathe, go to "work" or school as it applies, etc. But there might be things that happen between pups that, while not necessarily ( Read more... )

Mailbox for Susan Pevensie Snow.

The hurricane had been rather frustrating for Susan. Her house had mostly remained undamaged, save for a few small things here and there that had been inconsequential enough that Susan had been able to fix them herself quite easily in her free time--although as anyone with two small children under the age of three knows, free time is a precious ( Read more... )

The rains had come and not yet gone, and Susan was beginning to despair that they ever would. She had been waiting for the rain to stop so that she could make a trip out to the memorial wall, where she'd asked Edmund to arrange for several names to be added: Jon, Sansa, Caspian, Eddara, Cornelius, and Jeyne. But the rains went on and on, and Susan ( Read more... )

It began as just another morning around the house. Susan was hanging laundry on the line to one side of the house, and Jon and Rickon were in the garden nearby, pulling weeds--or rather, Jon was pulling weeds and Rickon was 'helping'. This mostly constituted slinging small bits of plants and sticks and clods of dirt about with no regard for what ( Read more... )

Rickon was bored.

Mother was busy doing something with some stinky vegetables she just got out of the garden. Rickon was not interested in that. Vegetables were yucky and if he stayed in the kitchen Mother might make him eat some. He did not want that. Father was not at home. Every other day or so he spent some time away from the house. Mother ( Read more... )

(dated his first morning back at home)

Rickon was so glad to see his father home again that he refused to sleep anywhere but in his parents' bed, right between them. While Susan slept better having Jon home again (it seemed so long--as everyone knows when you're used to sleeping with someone you love, it's very hard to fall asleep when you're ( Read more... )

Susan was anxious about her test results, and it was both easy and hard for her to wait until the afternoon to go and see the doctor at the other clinic. Easy, because if she didn't go then she wouldn't have to hear whatever news the doctor might give her, and hard because as much as she hoped it wasn't true, she knew, deep down, what that answer ( Read more... )

[set to after her appointment]

After her appointment with the doctor, Susan couldn't go back to the clinic to see Jon, nor did she want to go and pick Rickon up from Sansa's straight away. She was too shaken by the confirmation that she was, in fact, very much pregnant. Pregnant, with a son who needed constant attention and a husband whose ( Read more... )

Susan slept badly Sunday night, worrying about Jon, and woke Monday morning feeling queasy and dull. Rickon was in an awful temper. He wanted Father and wanted him now and Susan's explanation that he wasn't coming home right now got mixed up in his mind with her explanation as to why he couldn't have Uncle Peter, either, and she spent a good half ( Read more... )