Showing posts with label Clydey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clydey. Show all posts

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Can't wait

I’m about 90% sure we get to move back home on Saturday. The construction part of the remodel was finished on Monday and they are mudding and taping as we speak and should be finished by this weekend.

I am so ready to go home. It was been wonderful staying with my mommasita, the best place we could have gone for this transition but 2 weeks is a long time and I miss my things. I miss having all our food and all my clothes and I have so much to do for Dexter. I miss my Clydeypants! He has been staying with our friends Josh and Lynsie this whole time and we are so grateful. That was one thing mom said was absolutely no Clyde. He has been having a good time over there with their dog Sasha who matches him for size, finally a friend that will actually tucker him out rather than all these small dogs.

I my house to be clean and I can’t wait to arrange my furniture in their new spots. I can’t wait to move into our new room which is about twice the size of our old room. I can’t wait to have a shorter drive to work. I can’t wait for Dexter to be comfortable at night again and hopefully improve on his sleeping through the night.

Yes, oh yes, I’m ready to go home.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Rain Rain

Dear Clyde:

I do NOT walk in the rain. You can simmer down now. One day won't kill you.

Love, Momma

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

My Sweet Baby

You know what I love?

When my sweet big ole baby Clydey cuddles up to me and leans in to get a kiss and I get a big ole whiff of dead animal. Not only does his face smell like dead animal but his body does too. Sigh. Emergency shower for Clydey. Just what I wanted to do while relaxing. Give a 75 pound dog a shower.





Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Word to the Wise

For future reference, taking a 70 pound dog and an 8 pound dog for a walk through town is probably no the best idea in the world. My arm's are sure going to be tired tomorrow, probably as tired as Clydey is now from pulling the leash as hard as he can for a 3 mile walk... He seems to think it is good exercise and looks at me like he's doing something right by putting "man guns" on my arms. Thanks Clydey, love you lots!