So the one thing I didn't think of when we decided to meet a girlie dog....spaying.
I realize it's a good thing, but I'm feeling really sad for her right now. She just got home from the vet before supper & doesn't seem to be able to do stairs. And if she moves too much she cries. And she has to wear a cone on her head for at least 7 days. Poor, poor Sofa.
On the goofy side....my boys thought it would be fun to wear the collar when I tried to feed her:
Here I sit at the kitchen table, sad puppy at my feet blogging, after the kitchen is cleaned, while my husband & 3 kids are messing it up again making back to school cookies. No nut ones for Jack to take for his snack & nutty ones for our nutty family. My favorite part: every time Dan looks at the recipe, Henry says: blah blah blah, ble ble ble blah. A while ago they were making cookies (kinda happens a lot here) and Dan was going over the recipe & said those words. Now ever since, Henry automatically does it when they're making cookies! Makes me smile!