Two years of dog-mom!

 

Happy "Gotcha Day" to Ember, who joined my household two years ago March 31st.  We celebrated with a drive-thru kiddy cone at a nearby DQ, a day early, because the thermometer was telling us our town broke the record high for the day.  Ember polished off her half of the cone and then was leaning over the seat of the car, staring at MY half! 

Artemis II launch lifted my spirits.  So much not hopeful in the news, great to see something long planned pulled off.

I am definitely feeling overpeopled.  

We had rain on Thursday.  Misty morning on Friday.  I was kind of out of it and ordered the wrong thing at the coffee drive-thru.  The crew "caught it" and questioned at the window if that was what I really wanted.  "Was that what I said?  I guess I'll take it."  But they fixed me my regular drink anyway, and gave me the milkbone for the puppers.

I filled my Dexter's gas tank, too.  Ouch!  Would you believe under six gallons for almost 20 bucks?  

Seriously, I am bummed about the state of the country.  I am bummed that we are getting into another of those wars that is oh, so hard to get OUT of.  While my son is hopefully past the "let's go sign up phase" having a wife and child who need him, having veterans who rely on his assistance... there are other mothers, other sons and daughters, other husbands and wives, fathers and mothers.  

Artemis II was halfway to the moon as I got up on Saturday morning.  Onward!

Speaking of Saturday morning, The Prisoner decided he did not want to go outside, nor did he want to return to his "safe zone" in the laundry room.  He perched on the kitchen counter and showed no signs of wanting to move.

I let Ember out of her crate, just to see how they would interact.  We had a ballet dance of "let the kitty get away", that involved Mom putting the harness and leash onto Ember while she was mouthing the cat.  The Prisoner appeared to be putting up zero resistance to the dog's attentions.  Eventually, I managed to get them separated, and the front door opened to let The Prisoner retain his dignity by going outside while Ember stayed in.  Good exercise for both their brains.  Good confidence builder for Mom in terms of both animals letting her intervene.  Detente continues.  

When it came time for Ember's morning nap (after the usual rituals had been observed), she didn't even ask to go out to chase the kitty, but went on in to her crate, accepted her cookie, and let me open the back door for The Prisoner and escort him to his luxury suite in the laundry room.

Saturday was very own Ember's Easter Egg hunt.   

12 plastic eggs loaded with doggy treats.  She did manage to find all the treats, and she enjoyed cracking the eggs.  Only about half of them got destroyed in the process. 

Easter Sunday I packed up a fruit tray to take over to the brunch at the Mythical Son's house.  Ember went down for her puppy nap in time for me to have a quick shower before heading over.  I left her napping in her crate for the duration.

Since Ember did not come, they were able to hide the eggs and shift the egg hunt in the backyard before the meal.  This was a great "burn off some energy" for both foster grand kiddo and the grand dog, Carl.

A scene undoubtedly repeated over and over across the land.  Yes, the kiddo climbed a tree to retrieve an egg.  He managed to rip his pants getting down.  Fortunately, the "other grandma" says she can mend them.

DIL served customized mini-quiches, to suit the varied preferences (some folks don't care for peppers, some like hotter, we all are good on cheese and sausage, etc.), asparagus tips, tater tots, the fruit tray, and coffee cake.  Oof... didn't eat again until suppertime!

That's about enough for a weekly blog.  Here's hoping you all had the holiday that your own tradition holds dear, and that it was good.

Life is good.  Its renewal in Spring is good.  Peace is good, and we pray for that, worldwide.  Keep the spark shining in your hearts and with your actions!