Wrestle

Four straight hours of puppy wrestling last night.
I swear Char said something about them going hard for 45 minutes and then crashing.  But from 5pm until well into greys after 9:00 they were non stop wrestling, romping, chasing, crashing and tearing leaves off the house plants with every pass through the dining room.

They didn’t however sleep in my bed.  Crashed pretty quickly when I went to bed and except for an explosion of barking at 2am, I think because of thunder.  Everyone was up so we went out and then back to bed but the barking kept going and going until I turned the bedside lamp on and left it on and we all slept the rest of the night, er 2 more hours)

Missy slept under the bed, clearly wanting no part of the hoopla.

Their Grrrreat

Danes that is!

Oh My.  It is nearly impossible to get a picture of them that is not blurry.  Because they do not slow down, constant movement.

I have a dozen or so blurry pictures from the time they got here last night at 8 ish to when we attempted to go to bed at 9:30.

There was whining, and more whining, and more whining (Katherine, think Aynia) and then a big sigh out of Missy a few hours in like she was saying alright already.

Mary happened to stop by to drop off money at about midnight, which I knew that she was going to but what I didn’t realize was the size of the bark in my closed off bedroom at midnight from three big dogs.  I may have been dozing off and on by then but we were all awake and so I took everyone out.  There was 20 minutes of romping and whining before I shuttled everyone back to bed.

I gave up telling them off whenever they tried to get on the bed, because once Jak was up there his whining stopped.  Riley followed and her whining was less but still there.  However by 2 we were all sleeping, even if I couldn’t move. Alarm went off at 4 and the morning shuffle and feeding and getting ready for work began.  Here are the pups, the only time they were not moving was after I rolled out of bed and they were still on it.  I snapped these right before Missy stirred from under the bed and the barking chorus began.

Riley, 6 month female 80+pounds

Jak, 6month male. 90+ pounds

Here Comes November

Sunday is November, month 11 of the year.  Its crazy how time flies.  I can almost understand those people who never get around to taking down their Christmas lights and then all of a sudden it looks like they just decorated early.  Okay, I can’t really, but you know what I’m saying.

My November is looking like this:
November 1st we get the studio space and can start demo’ing and building out the cafe’.  This will take most of my spare time and energy for the month which leads you to wonder when the rest of this will fit in, you know around the full-time job during peak and other things that take up daily life.
November 1st:  Help Mary and Mercy move.
November 3rd:  Cake due.
November 4th through 10th: Great Dane pups coming for 6 days.
November 6th:  Birthday/Game night (to be confirmed).
November 8th: Cake due.
November 8th: Soft Opening for Cafe.
November 15th through 20th: Sophie coming for 5 day.
November 25th: Two pies and cookies due.
November 26th:  Family over for Thanksgiving dinner.
November 27th:  Elizabeth Cable in town to play 8pm at Wayward Coffeehouse.
November 28th:  Trip to Sacramento for a week, or Chari up for week (to be confirmed).

dark

At least heading to bed at 8pm isn’t as difficult as last month because it is mighty dark out there.  I have to be in to work at 4am tomorrow and 3am on Friday so there are some early to bed and alarms being set for 2:30 and 2:00 am.  GAH!  Still trying to figure out how to fit in Greys Anatomy tomorrow night.

I got home tonight and took Missy for a walk, although we jogged and walked and jogged and stopped to PUP and walked I realized that it was already getting dark and in just over a week we fall back to standard time and it will be darker earlier in the evening and our ‘joggle’ is going to be more difficult to fit in.  I suppose I could put her in the truck and drive to a neighborhood with sidewalks and walk there.  It’s just not safe in my neighborhood, we nearly get hit when its light out and even with my headlamp on when walking or running myself Missy is jet black and hard to see.

Well lets just say I was talking to Missy about the light on our walk because in reality I was talking to myself and realized I was talking out loud and I then said (out loud) I’m turning into grandma Jennie.

—-insert non sequitur here—

I don’t think of myself as all that old.  We are getting there, the gray hair, hot flashes and hormonal surges are physical proof I can’t escape.  But in my head I’m not that old and sometimes the realization is just jarring.

Like today when I saw a picture of someone on the internet a young (but legal) someone and though D-a-a-a-m-n  followed up by um, he’s young enough to be your child.  God help me from turning into one of those old ladies who still dresses and acts like she is 25 (and believes it.)

Off to bed I go like a little old lady, or kindergartener, whichever.