Yesterday we took the pups on the 1.5 hour drive to my parents place for Christmas. They ate ham and pork and some other kind of meat. They lounged on green grass in the shade of lovely trees. Tom climbed Compost Mountain and found a cauliflower ‘toy’. We took him to a safe paddock with an old trotting track on it and got him to run until he collapsed under a shady tree. Later on he relaxed on the grass again before getting excited by something and doing zoomies around my mum and dad’s back yard. Today, the pups have slept and slept and slept and slept some more.
Had a crappy, unproductive day today. I only have five days left until all my printmaking work needs to be finished, and I spent today battling, in no particular order, the cold, the rain, the wind, my impatience with the people taking forever at the instant print photobooth, frustration that the instant photo booth in the other store close by has been out of service for about a year, annoyance that I took the wrong CD with me to said photobooth, and the rage that the correct CD could not be read by the stupid machines even though there was nothing wrong with it.
I ended up getting a bit of printing done, but not as much as I wanted.
And then I came home and found out that my puppies spent all day sleeping curled up together on one of the dog beds, they’ve been giving each other kisses, and they have a new game called I eat your whole head! And after the growly, snappy week we’ve had, this makes my heart happy.
He’s six months old and does not yet have a name. The people at GAP referred to him as Roly, because that’s what he came in as, but thankfully he doesn’t answer to it at all…