So, I’ve been out of the blogging Mecca for a few months now. Without a word, I just disappeared. I do apologize, but I will not make excuses. I will, however, let you in about the happenings around the Dyer house. In a short, edited version.
The puppies, well, are no longer cutesy, little puppies anymore. They are “holy-shit-they’re-only-7-months-old”, over 100 pound puppies! People are just amazed at Saint puppies and how not-little they really are. Me? I’m like, “They’re Saint pups, they get big, whaddya mean they ain’t puppies?” They are the smallest thing in my kennel. Besides Rowan, occasionally, when we stick her out there for time-out.
Donna took Brandy home about a month ago, so now it’s just Brogan and Greta left with us out of the litter. Two days after Donna got her home, she found remannts of a stuffed animal in Brandy’s run, in particular, her poo. She described it as a green lizard. Now that she’s mentioned it, we have been missing a toy with that same description. Rowan probably concealed it in her shirt and took it out during time-out one day. Donna is constantly bringing the girls stuffed animals, so this must be the revenge. I’ve asked her to stop with the stuffed animals, but they somehow manage to be thrust into this house. And, we feed them to the puppies, obviously!
The girls are doing great. Brenna chopped her hair off in late February. She did such a good job with the grooming scissors that I wouldn’t touch it and I made her go 3 whole days with her hair looking like crap before my mom could get her in to see a sylist. It has taken my mom and the stylist two cuts now to get it right. It is bobbed, a little lower than chin length. I actually kind of like it-I think it makes her look mature. Matt absolutely hates it! I just laugh because it won’t be long at all when Brenna comes home with pink hair and an eyebrow or tongue pierced. I highly doubt she’ll do the latter, since she is highly sensitive to pain. Only one of the many reasons why her ears aren’t pierced as of yet.
Rowan has a new nickname. We call her “Bonk”. She runs her head into everything. When I say everything, I mean it. She does not discriminate. I have witnessed, firsthand, her little body (with the big head on top-dude, that thing is in the 150th percentile-look closely, I’ve seen planets orbiting it!) run full force into the kitchen cabinets. And once, she ran into the TV and knocked the pictures off of it and two of them shattered. And she laughs! The girl is nutso! And sometimes, when I’m holding her, she’ll bang her head against yours without much as a warning. And it’s some serious pain happening there!
Matt lost his job the end of March. It was a surprise. He knew that it wasn’t going to be a good year, hence me going back to work full-time, but I believe he didn’t see it coming. He would have been okay not collecting a paycheck, but they basically let him go so they could save on the health insurance. At first, I was upset, but now I’m okay. He’s okay too. We are kind of looking at the whole situation as a turn for the better, a blessing in disguise. And I count my lucky stars that we live in a house we can afford!
So here I am blogging again. And this sight will go through some changes, so bear with me. I am in the process of getting my old blog over to Wordpress, but for some reason, my file will not upload. I’m going to stick it on my USB memory and bring it over to my mom’s. Haven’t convinced Matt to get Satellite Internet. I’m trying hard, but he shot it down this week. I am my same old self…..sarcastic and bitter with a touch of Splenda…
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