In true C&M fashion, I hurt myself the day before our house warming party. In an even more thorough C&M fashion, on the day of the party, I dropped a 22 pound bag of ice on it. Not to slow me down though, at least not until after about an hour of dancing to 80’s music at the end of the night. All at the encouragement of my boss and his girlfriend of course, because no one I know parties harder.
Other than that bit of foot misfortune, the party was a success and we received some really sweet house warming presents. Everyone seemed to have a genuinely good time.
Ozzy and Samus were the life about half the party. Some people who didn’t have dogs made up for it by playing mass amounts of ball and paying attention to them in general. It makes for a nice quiet day today, although Ozzy played way too hard for his weak back legs and will have a few days recovery.
A rainy day following the party has been the perfect excuse to nap and watch movies like Fast Times at Ridgemont High and Robin Hood: Men in Tights.
Now to just lazily kill time until Game of Thrones.
Keeping an eye on the perimeter while also begging for food. He’s multi-talented.
The entire weekend was spent at our new house painting a few rooms. One thing I can’t stand is white walls in every single part of the house. This is a home not an insane asylum. We’ve had the house for less than a week and already had to break into it. Apparently, unknown to us, one set of keys doesn’t work and one does. We left the good set inside the house since we were coming back the next day to continue painting. Upon discovery, much frustration ensued. We ended up cutting out a screen and being able to open the window to the bathroom, so my husband shoveled me through the small window and the day was saved. Adventures in home ownership have begun.
The dogs took to the new place pretty well. We’ve been worried about the younger one, Samus, because she’s only ever lived in once place. Turns out, she took to it faster than our older dog who has moved with us one million times over the years. Maybe he’s just overwhelmed to have his very own yard finally.
Here they are exploring the new place before we started painting:
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The situation with the house is up in the air at the moment. It didn’t appraise for what the owner wants to sell it for so now they want to think about it. I get that, I’m trying to be patient, BUT what can you really do about that? Put it back on the market and hope someone else will pay what you want or update things to increase the value? Thing is, the appraisal is government logged for the next 6 months so they’d be crazy not to take our updated offer. Unless someone has that kind of cash on hand, no one is going to pay over market value on it.
So I’ve hit my bullshit limit and I don’t really care one way or the other how it goes. Either we get it or we’re back to house hunting. I’m done stressing.
Back to books, treats and beer it is!
These guys don’t stress though. They gave up their usual game of chasing each other to nap touching and it was the cutest thing.
Samus is 3/4 miniature Australian Shepherd, thus she loves to ‘herd’ the cat much to the chagrin of Zelda. Last night Zelda refused to be herded and this is the dramatic response of Samus to the situation.
Some days he makes it both harder and easier to go to work.
Harder, because I want to lay in bed and snuggle him.
Easier, because someone has to the bring him home the biscuits.
My husband has a strict “No dogs on the back of the couch” rule.
This is what Samus thinks of that.
Snow wrestling is a favorite past time.
This dog loves snow. In fact, he will try to stay out in it until his paws get too cold. At this point he lays down and forces Mom or Dad to come carry his big 75 pound butt back inside.
We brought Samus home on October 18th, 2014. Who remembers the exact day they bring home an animal? This girl. In this case, mostly because my grandfather, who was incredibly important to me, passed away just 3 days before. My husband thought that I needed someone who wouldn’t let me dwell in my grief. Ozzy was an adult and the best grief supporter but his support means snuggling with you while you cry and don’t move for hours. Samus forced me to focus on someone besides myself and I do think, retrospectively, that is was a wise decision on my husband’s part. My depression would have been much worse than it already was and it took a long time to get back to being myself afterwards. I shudder to think how bad it could have been if I didn’t have someone demanding attention of me constantly.
That being said, of course it was the perfect time of the year for adorable sweaters for cute puppies with short fur in a cold environment. Hell, I won’t lie, she’ll probably get a new one this year too.