Friday, August 7, 2015

Home Sweet Chaotic Home


Glorious home.

Soft, kind, peaceful home.

Soft until our new shelter manager called me 15 minutes outside of town to say a dog had been dropped off...a dog who was almost unresponsive...and the new kennel guy had left her there by herself.

Kind until the crabbiest/sassiest/poutiest mom sat entirely too near me at Parent Orientation.  

Peaceful until these two knuckleheads decided to compete for my attention...and a chewed up orange flipper.

 Zeke: "Look at me Grandma; I can go all the way around the pool and not even jump the fence!"

Layla: "Mommy, don't look at him!"


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