I’m not sure how long today’s post will be. Not because I don’t have stuff to talk about but because I just washed the puppy and I’m unsure how long I can keep him downstairs all by himself. He knows that when he’s wet from a bath he has to stay on the hardwood floor downstairs but with no one to keep him company it’s doubtful even a kong full of frozen peanut butter will keep him entertained for long.
Answer me this, though: Why is it that you can spend ten minutes trying to get a Labrador’s coat wet and still have great gaping dry patches all over? I know Labs have a special double-coat and oil that makes them such good swimmers and whatnot but it also makes them nigh impossible to get really and truly soaking wet. It blows my mind every time.
Also? Doc licking the water drops that fall off the edge of his nose makes me melt from the cuteness.
I hope you all had a great Mother’s Day. Mine was lovely, I had a nice chat with my mother and spent the afternoon eating yummy food with Wes’ family. It was a strange day for me, though. Even though I took a (negative) pregnancy test last Wednesday there’s still been no conclusive proof that I’m not pregnant.
And I’m late. Like, pretty freaking late. As in festivities were supposed to start last Tuesday and as of right now I’m later than I’ve ever been, wonky cycle lengths all accounted for and everything.
This made Mother’s Day a bit interesting for me. I was determined not to test on Sunday because, in case you haven’t heard, I don’t do so well with dashed expectations and I didn’t feel like having an emotional breakdown on what is supposed to be a lovely celebration. But I’m still wondering. Fixating a little, but mostly curious. Having never gotten a positive pregnancy test result, I have no idea what it will feel like. It’s much easier for me to imagine not being pregnant, so that’s where my mind keeps going.
Regardless, Wes and I have decided that I will take another test on Saturday if things haven’t started by then. That will put me at six days later than my latest-ever date, so I should have a reliably positive or negative result then. So fingers crossed, ok?
Fingers crossed.
Even our very short haired boxer takes forever to get fully soaked. And that’s without a double coat or water-repelling properties. Of course, that also means that she doesn’t smell like a lab either, so doesn’t need baths that often. Unless she’s found a source for her favorite fragrance: eau de poo. Then it’s straight to the tub. (The last couple times we’ve been visiting family – so now we keep a bottle of dog shampoo in her travel bag. You don’t know fun until you are bathing your stinky dog in someone else’s tub, hoping desperately you’ve gotten it all out with human shampoo, so it doesn’t get on their towels.)
-Blanche, Oh goodness, that made me giggle because that is SO dog ownership, isn’t it? Cleaning up after the foulest, strangest stuff and loving them anyway. This is why we’ll make good parents, I think.