Wednesday, August 9, 2017
have you ever bitten your grandma's dog?
She bit the dog on her front leg. (Elin just looked at her, didn't seem overly concerned.)
Who bites their grandma's dog?
Then she complained about the dog hair in her mouth.
We all have our problems.
We were up early for us, the little dog-biter at 6 am. By 8, they were both bathed, shampooed, dressed and the older one was waiting for her parents and baby sister to arrive.
And then the waiting continued until she was a mopey, weepy mess and I suggested she take a nap on my bed, and we flipped through all the channels looking for SOMETHING interesting.
Four channels of guys in monk suits praying. The Beverly Hillbillies. Weather. Nature Cat.
Finally her poor, tired parents arrived to take them home. They picked out three blankets from the pile I sewed last spring. We all cuddled that little pumpkin a couple times.
Poor, tired Joe had put them in the cup holder on the 2 year old's car seat while he buckled her up, functioning on auto-pilot and no sleep.
There's a new baby sister in the family, and she's just absolutely lovely.
I love you all so.