An Obnoxiously Perfect Weekend

Not to sound like one of those annoying “life is great, everything is perfect, I fart rainbows” bloggers… but this weekend was pretty great.  We didn’t do anything special at all, but I just had this really content feeling all weekend.

When I got home Friday after my track workout, D wanted to go grab something to eat, so me and the dogs rode with him.  It was a really pleasant evening, so we stopped by the park to walk the dogs for a bit.  Usually when I’m walking the dogs, it’s at a brisk pace with me keeping them on task, but Friday we just made one slow, leisurely lap around the 0.75-mile loop, enjoying the beautiful weather and letting the dogs stop every few feet to sniff.  It just set the pace for a relaxing weekend.

Saturday morning, started off earlier than I’d have liked thanks to three STAAAARVING animals.  But if they hadn’t got me out of bed, I’d have missed this.

Besides, once all the furry bellies were full, I ended up falling back asleep on the couch anyway.  D went to the shop, so it was just me and the critters the rest of the day.  I was kind of in domestic mode, and we got lots done around the house.  C.C. even helped me fold and put away towels.

I’ll just make sure this stack doesn’t fall over, m’kay?

I texted my friend Suzan (the one I trade out dog-sitting with) to see if she wanted to take our dogs to the water since this may be our last weekend warm enough to do it, but she was stuck teaching a Common Core workshop (I can’t think of a worse way to spend a Saturday! haha) and couldn’t go.  So me and my two went to the state park at the lake not far from here, but that was pretty much a bust.  The water where they could have waded into the lake was sooo nasty and stinky.  There’s no way they were getting in that mess, so we just walked around the lake and enjoyed the day again.

Bella, my little co-pilot

And on our way home, we saw this sign!  I only caught a glimpse of it when I passed it the first time, so I had to turn around and go back to make sure I read it right.  We’re getting a brewery!!!!

Perrylodgic Brewing Co will be opening in November!

During my conversation with Suzan earlier in the day, she mentioned that she had almost called me to see if I could keep her dog that night because after she got out of her workshop she was only going to be home long enough to let Gnash out before she had to go to another event that evening and felt bad for leaving him so much that day.  I told her that we had no plans and to please bring him over.  He’s such a good boy, and he and my dogs are wonderful together.  They play and wrestle until they just crash.

After they’d worn each other out and settled down, me and D went out to dinner and had a nice night together–something we’ve had far too few of lately.

Sunday I slept till almost 8(!!!), which means it was already full sun and warm, so I decided to wait until the evening to do my long run.  That domestic mode I was in carried right on over into Sunday, so most of the day was spent doing house things including lots of time in the kitchen.  I was already tired when I started running at 5, so I didn’t expect much, but it turned out to be a great seven miles!

And to top it off, I found out it’s National Beer Day!  Who am I to refuse to celebrate that?!  What a perfect way to end a perfect weekend!!

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Adventures in Puppy-Sitting

I am very protective of my animals.  (That may qualify as the understatement of 2014.)  Going out of town has always been stressful for me because I don’t like leaving them.  The cat is easy.  Someone comes to feed her once a day, and she’s good to go.  The pups are a different story.  They need a place to stay. I used to have a pet-sitter, and then her homeowner’s insurance pitched a hissy fit about her keeping bully breed dogs (breed discrimination is SUCH BULLSHIT, but I won’t go there today), so she had to quit keeping them. There are a couple of vets in town that offer boarding, but their idea of boarding is just that–put the dogs in a kennel, let them out to pee a couple of times a day, and they consider their job done.  I can’t knock them for that–they are vets.  They have patients to tend to.  They’re busy with dogs that NEED their undivided attention.  Boarding is just a customer convenience that they extend.  There’s also one boarding facility here, but I wouldn’t leave them there if my life depended on it.  They have a HORRIBLE reputation.  So for the past few years, any time I have had to leave them for more than one night (in which case I had been letting the vet board them), I had been driving them two hours one way back to the town I used to live in where there was a nice boarding facility that I knew and trusted.  Yes, driving them that far was a pain in the ass, but the alternative was just not an option I would even consider.  Then I heard of rover.com.  I did a local search and found a lady that sounded fabulous  I took the dogs to her house one afternoon to meet her and her dog, and it was love at first sight for everyone.  She was wonderful, and my dogs and hers were instant BFFs.  She’s kept them for me a couple of times now, and this last time she kept them at Christmas, she refused to take my money and made another proposal instead:  I puppy-sit for HER when she needs someone!  Sounded great to me!  I’m all about bartering to save some money!  And I love giving my furkids the opportunity to play and socialize with other dogs.  Our town doesn’t have a dog park.  The nearest one is about 30 miles away, so we don’t make it up there as often as I’d like.  I got to make good on my end of the deal for the first time Saturday.  Gnash arrived about 11:30 and puppy playtime commenced immediately.  It was constant pounce, chase, tackle, rough, and tumble ALL. DAY. LONG.  I was seriously exhausted just watching them!  And Dear Lord, this dog is the barkingest damn dog I’ve ever met.  Finally… FINALLY… they calmed down around 5:00.  And by “calmed down” I simply mean “quit acting like mentally challenged Tasmanian devils on crack”.  Do you know how hard it is to take photos of mentally challenged Tasmanian devils on crack?!?!

These are the a few of the better ones.  I deleted the REALLY blurry ones.

I was able to grab a couple of decent shots after they calmed down a smidge.

Look at those blue eyes!

Turned out their 5:00 slowdown was just them gathering their resources and preparing for a late-night encore performance.  And then they recharged themselves overnight and got right back to it Sunday morning.  I ended up having to separate them for a while after they ate breakfast for fear of risking bloat.  Needless to say, everyone slept like logs when our guest left Sunday afternoon–myself included!  Puppy-sitting is exhausting!!!