A Musing Mother 6

I'm mad at my husband because I hate the dog. I know it's not fair and she's really a very good dog in many aspects. She loves everybody and I mean everybody. She's supposed to scare off thieves and kidnappers which I think she probably does a pretty good job by just being there. On the other hand, the bug spray guy came a couple of weeks ago and, without even a warning bark, she nuzzled right up to him and became his best friend. But she digs and runs away. I really hate that. My neighbors hate that. My neighbors directly behind me really, really hate that. This morning I gave her 10 minutes in the fenced yard to get out her wiggles before I put her in her dog run while I went to work. In those 10 minutes, she left. I had to walk around the backyard calling to her and happened upon her nose, yes her NOSE which was sticking through a hole under the fence.  She'd dug herelf into the neighbor's backyard and couldn't get home. Already mortified, I had to go to ...

Ten year old boys are a little on the funny side. While exploring the condo where we are staying, he stood in front of a mirrored closet door. His eyes moved from one reflection of himself to the other. Finally, he concluded this stare down with, "I don't think I trust either one of you." This is the same boy who, when he figured out Mr. Taylor and I were speaking in code (talking about one of the children), he stared at us both in disbelief then exclaimed, "You're talking about my secret adoption, aren't you!" I don't think he realizes how funny he is. A couple of years ago we were wrestling and I let him pin me. He then informed me he would never get married and have children. He would grow up and get a dog and a cat and name them Bob and Fred. "Who will cook for you? And go to the store? Who will make your lunches?" I asked. "Bob and Fred," he replied matter-of-factly. That made me laugh and, since he was sitting on my stomach ...