Well that was a long holiday. Seriously, it was 5 days of celebration. 5 days of swimming, fireworks, and late nights. 5 days of my children getting more and more overtired, which then causes nasty attitudes and meltdowns. Forcing me to go in survival mode and pour that extra glass of wine. We needed a… Continue reading Sometimes Lazy Is Good
My Avery (my first born) is eleven. He’s an old man with a white furry face. He’s slowed down quite a bit and has lost some weight and spunk. My husband and I keep saying, “this might be his last summer.” Well he showed us up today in the backyard. He had a ball playing… Continue reading The Old Puppy
I’m also a doggy momma. I share so much about the boys, I figured I would give the dogs a proper introduction. Avery – aka “the old man”. Breed: Hungarian Vizsla arriving to our family via the Red Dog Ranch in Ramona, California. Age: 11 Traits: Whiney and stubborn just like any old other old… Continue reading Some Doggy Love
