Happy Sunday!
It’s been cooler, in the 70s, and overcast most of the day.
We made it to the park even though my knee was protesting. Only Lucy/Petey Dad and me. Jax was leaving as I got there. Coda and her pups came a little later.
Echo does not like Coda, and I’m tired of her attitude. Coda Mom says Echo is very protective of me and the GR.
Echo needs to get over it.
Misiu had been a bit lethargic, I’m assuming from the Distemper shot yesterday. Then again, he is a bit on the lazy side.
He reminds me of when I was a kid our dog had puppies. One was kind of a dun/yellowish color. One day I was gathering them up after putting them outside for a while and I couldn’t find one of them. Then I saw a clump of dirt that I didn’t remember being there. It was the puppy; he was a lazy pup who would just flop anywhere and go to sleep.
Another puppy in the litter, we named him Aunt M. He was always whining and complaining about something, very vocal pup. Just like Aunt M. Well, as it happened, Aunt M and Uncle J came to see the puppies as they had decided to take one. My father, being as he was, with a shit eating grin on his face, says to me, tell Aunt M what the puppies’ names are.
I told her all of the names except for Aunt M. My father said, why did you leave out that puppy, tell Aunt M what his name is. There was no getting out of it, I had to tell her. Then he said tell her why you named him Aunt M. I said, in a tiny voice, because he never shuts up.
That had my Uncle J roaring with laughter.
Aunt M was not amused.
Uncle J wanted to take Aunt M the puppy, but Aunt M insisted on a different one.
I’ve checked several puppy weight charts. It’s hard to figure out what they will weigh because they are supposed to be medium sized dogs, but their age and weight puts them in the giant-sized chart.
One calculation says 68 and 73 pounds.
One says 91 and 93 pounds.
Another says 105 and 108 pounds.
I’m expecting between 70-75.
We shall see.
FCM, the GR run naked when they are home. Collars won’t stay on them and harnesses look too uncomfortable for the whole day. Both of their harnesses are black, I got cheap ones of Temu and that was the only color option. Once they are done growing, they will get nicer ones in different colors.
My son went out to whack the yard today, and came back in because the fire pit guy was out there. No fire, but my son doesn’t want to be out there when he is out there. The guy is always high or drunk I think, I don’t know, he staggers a lot and acts a little weird.
He might just have some type of brain damage. He seems to know what he is doing when it comes to construction though.
The weeds need whacking though. We need to gather up all the branches from the tree he cut down and take them to the dump, or cut them up into small pieces and put them out in yard waste bags.
I wonder though, the neighbor’s nephew brought a wood chipped over to her house. Maybe he can run them through his chipper.
There is some kind of ground cover at the park that I would love to have. It has pretty white flowers, and it grows up the fence there as well.
It’s probably illegal to dig some up and bring it home with me.
I hope the Tramadol irks for you Cookie.
All it does for me is take the edge off.
I know part of why I am so tired is I wake up every hour and a half or so because I am hurting and need to find a comfortable position to go back to sleep.
Taters, lack of sleep does make my pain worse.
When my son irks a full shift, I can sleep until 6, which is so horrible. It looks like he will be getting off around 2 for the next few weeks, and I am going to be miserable.
Be careful Sensai
A friend of a friend was killed that way.
If course it may have been different if he hadn’t been sailing by himself.
That sounds painful Nellie
A Rubik’s Cube cake sounds… interesting.
My son took VoTech in HS, drafting. His class was usually the recipients of the results of the baking class.
One day he got on the bus and a bunch of the guys, the electrician class I think, had on makeup and fingernail polish. They had volunteered for the Cosmetology class.
That is when my son, and several others, found out that Cosmetology was not the study of the cosmos.
It’s late. My son needs to get up and take the trash and recycle out.
I have it gathered up ready to go.