My website is back up (yay!), but I’m feeling a little down. Today was the eighth anniversary of Roxy’s death. Eight years – it feels like forever ago and yesterday. I miss my anti-social puppy.
In cuter news, Jack got butter on his hands this morning and absently rubbed his hair, so he smelled like popcorn all day.
We voted today – the town held a referendum on some school-improvement funding. Jack charmed the election officials (naturally) and got extra “I Voted” stickers.
We went to our first outdoor story time in a year and a half, we took a long walk in the stroller and brought back lunch, we had a dance party before dinner, but the Roxy thing just brought down my whole day.
Mom
So sad to be missing Roxy. I think about all our long-gone furry babies, but mostly with happy, funny memories. Roxy had a tough time. So did Riley his last couple of years. You need a new crazy puppy. We’ll ship Watson to you on the next Puppy Express. Since the move, he’s acting like a wild and crazy 2 year old. He runs around like he’s been shot out of a cannon, barks at the workers, escapes from the yard every chance he gets, jumps on the furniture. I’m ready to send him to a trainer and say bring him back when he’s civilized. Which might be never.
Besides missing Roxy, it sounds like a pretty good day overall. I’m glad Jack is having a chance to see the world beyond home. And so glad he got to vote!
Zannah
Most of the year, it’s happy memories. Just not on the day she died. Same for Riley. Good luck with Watson!