Category: Everyday Mayhem

So, if each one human year = seven dog years, and Ginger is three months old, then we’re really approaching the terrible twos, right? Let’s just go with yes, because that would help explain a lot right now. A LOT 😂 style file:

We have absolute gratitude for having a place to stay for the ten weeks between closing on our old house, and closing on our new, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t wear us down. Completely.

Succulents and tootsie pops > flowers and chocolate To my sweet, sweet girl – may you always feel special and loved. Because you are. This day and everyday. XOXO style file:

This dog. Will not fit in this table for much longer. And so we leave her. Also. This dog. Has extremely pungent gas, that can clear a room. Good thing she’s cute. style file:

And while she was busy, embracing new interests, I was anxiously waiting for her to come back and “play” again.

I was realizing that the her of the past, is not the her of the now.

There’s a part of me that’s emotional about her not being a little girl anymore. And a part of me that’s excited for the same reason.

Maybe it’s because I felt like a co-author for those first chapters, and now I see her taking full command of writing her own story.