Last week we hiked over 45 miles in the canyon lands of Southern Utah. It was an amazing adventure and there’s so many photos, videos, and memories to sort through.
But first, we picked up Baxter who didn’t make the trip with us. We missed the little bugger so much. Then we had to unpack, wash, and clean our gear and clothes. Catch up on emails, TV, and drama. And go see “Robin Hood”, which we loved. (Being that I’m a big geek about Medieval Europe history and art, this movie and “The Secret of Kells” were tailor MADE for me… SO WELL DONE!)
And, yes… also time to start a new blog. Introducing PuppyHiker.com. Ridiculous. I know.
I’m currently sitting in Remi’s big comfy chair in our cozy living room with a brightly colored tree next to me, typing away on our new Mini 9… The house is full of people, but quiet. No else is awake yet.
Baxter is curled up on my lap, under a blanket. Warming up and getting some much needed cuddle time.
The view is stunning. Red and gold leaves covering the street below or still clinging to the trees that line our block.
I’m in a warm safe place. My husband dreaming 10 feet away. I’m blessed. Lucky. Thankful.
Still awake. Tears indeed shed when it was announced that Barack Obama is going to be the 44th President of the United States of America. Just typing that … wow.
But heart sinking seeing the returns come in regarding Prop 8. Looking at county results, I must say I’m very disappointed in you Los Angeles! WTF!?!
Glad this day is over. Sleep, dreams, chance to sink beneath the covers and rest. Tomorrow is a new day. No matter the future challenges or disappointments, today was historic, powerful, and inspiring.
Sometimes it feels like Baxter has always been with us.
He’s doing well. He can now sit, stay, and lie down for us. He can even sit without the use of treats. And he’s making it through the night without needing to go outside for a pee break. But he still pulls too much when on the leash, doesn’t come when called, and once a day goes a little nuts and tries to attack the carpet, his blanket, or his tail.
Only a couple more days on antibiotics and we can take him to the dog park again. And sign him up for obedience classes.
It’s been tiring, emotional, not easy… there were times I wasn’t sure we were ready for this responsibility and such a change in our lives. But there’s no turning back now.
There’s nothing better then watching Remi play with him or when Baxter tries to curl up in my lap for a snooze. He can get you mad or frustrated and then he just does something that melts your heart. One look, one sigh, one stretch, one roll off the couch. He’s our little guy now and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
