What is it about Friday, that once I get to the weekend my brain is totally fried and I have a hard time stringing two thoughts together? It doesn’t help that I feel a little off today. My tummy doesn’t seem to be happy about something and I’m too adlepated to ask what that something is. But I am glad it’s Friday.
I’m going to leave the final puppy name poll up until tomorrow. It looks to be a race between Cora and Poptart. Harry, I think, is hoping it’ll be Poptart that wins. I told him that regardless how the poll turns out, if there’s a name he really wants to use that we’ll use it. But he loves the idea of having other people pick the name. I just think he’s glad there are other people who like Poptart too because we just rolled our eyes when he mentioned it. We’ve been getting lots of updates about the puppy from Kile’s mom. She apparently plays hard and sleeps hard. She’s been interacting with some bigger and older dogs as well and as far as I know, that’s been going okay. She’s eating dry kibble pretty well, so we needn’t worry about having to feel wet food. Also: my father in law has become rather attached to the lil cutie pie and may be reluctant to give her up to us tomorrow. Apparently, he talked my mother in law into letting the puppy sleep in their bed with them last night, which she did and did very well with. My mother in law got up with her about 3am and took her out because she figured the pup needed to go, not because she cried to go out. I don’t necessesarily want to encourage such a bedtime ritual but it’s good to know it’ll work if we get desperate.
I’m a little uneasy, however, about being separated from Harry for a whole week. That’ll easily be the longest time he’s been gone from us. While I know he will be in very good hands, I’m having a hard time with the realization he won’t be here for days on end. It freaks me out. He’s excited as all get out, but I know he’ll miss us too. He’ll also miss Liam, I’m sure. Gosh, I won’t know what to do without him around. I haven’t been separated from him for more than about 20 hours for YEARS. There was one time when I went to my grandmother’s funeral in 2001 that I was gone from him for about 2 or 3 days. And if I recall, that was hell. So yeah, this should be interesting.
So if you stop by next week and I’m mooning about, just distract me with soemthing shiny until I get back on track again, mmkay?
