I did it. I took your advice, and I passed Poutine off to another foster home (they already have an Aussie, so everyone speaks the same language there), and I am now totally foster-free. I’m taking a BREAK.
I know Dex, it’s shocking. But I’ve decided to take a little “me” time with just my own smoocherooni poocheroonies for company. Of course, right after I did that, Kim offered to trade me fosters; Poutine for 7 month old Rosie, who is GIRLY TWEED (well, not that Tweed isn’t *already* kinda girly, but Rosie’s an actual girl Tweed. See for yourselves).
WAH!! I immediately regretted it. But then the Waggin’ Wagon died – oh yes it did. *bows* I killed the engine. 21 years that car zooms merrily along, and in a single month I managed to destroy it. The mechanic claims it’s just “age” but we know better don’t we? It’s just another sign from the Universe that the Food Lady needs a rest.
Technically it still runs, but it’s making this absolutely horrendous sound the internetz tell me is “engine knock” due to worn pistons. The mechanic tells me it’s “a ticking time bomb” and that any day now, the engine will seize and the wagon will simply cease to exist. Apparently I could ‘replace the engine,’ but what the hell, I need a real car anyway.
So hopefully by Tuesday I will be the proud owner of this little fella:
I decided to go with the Kia Sportage. I’m just having BCAA do a mechanical inspection on it before I throw down the big bucks.
The question is … what do I do with the Wagon?
Anyway, I picked a good day for my Me Break, because when I awoke this morning, Spring had come to pay us an honest to goodness visit. It was sunny and warm and beautiful outside. I had a late and luxurious lie-in and when we finally went out to play, I felt kind of like this:
Tweed was happy too, because I gave him a day off from prison (ie crating) and let him have some fun off leash. The crate rest and leash walk routine doesn’t seem to be making a lick of difference to his pathetic limp, so I figured some exercise couldn’t hurt too much. I mean, he has shown exactly zero improvement, so whatever the problem is, resting isn’t going to solve it. May as well let him have a little joy in his life.
He couldn’t believe his luck. I even let him play fetch-the-stick for a while.
Why for are the Food Lady being so kind to me and letting me fetch a stick?
Shut up Tweed! It’s been forever since she has thrown ANYTHING! Stop asking questions and just bring it back to her! Oh here, I’ll do it, you idiot.
She’s right. We haven’t played fetch in quite some time, because I feel guilty about throwing things when Tweed is not allowed to run after them.
Then we played some hide-and-seek … apparently. I didn’t know we were playing, but Dexter was really into the game.
Look at me! I’m sneaking up on you!
Look at me now! Now I’m swimming!
But when I get out of the water, I will sneak up on you again. And then shake on you.
I wish you could have seen his face when something in the water brushed up against him. I don’t know what it was – maybe a fish? There are salmon in that river. But he freaked out! He tried to jump in the air (impossible to do when water logged) and then he tried to run on top of the water (just plain impossible to do) and I didn’t get a single photo because I was laughing way too hard.
It freaked Piper out a little bit too.
After that, there was a distinct lack of interest in swimming.
It was such a beautiful morning that even Wootie played some fetch-the-stick.
TWooie was unimpressed. And this is such a terrible photo of him, as he has lost his whole muzzle in this angle.
After a couple of hours of sunny, glorious freedom, we are now all at home napping. Well, everyone but Dexter.
It’s coming for me, isn’t it? I can’t sleep.
We hope you are all enjoying a sunny, lazy Sunday too. I’m going to go join the dogs for an afternoon nap :)