Starting today (it actually started yesterday), my weekend is gong to be filled with cleaning, cleaning, cleaning, and more cleaning. I received a phone call from the clinic (where I am now employed) yesterday, and my first day is THIS Monday! I am so excited, I can hardly stand it! One of the last things the woman said to me was, "Just wear your color coordinated scrubs, bring your stethoscope, and your watch." Guess what I did as soon as I hung up the phone? I laid out my scrubs and got my bag ready, fully equipped with my pink stethoscope. I'm such a nerd:) Come on Monday! Back to cleaning. Not just ordinary cleaning. I got this massive "Susie Homemaker" feeling after the phone call. It hit me, all of a sudden, that starting Monday, I'm not going to have as much free time as I have now. Because of that, I started extreme cleaning yesterday. I am determined to make our house sparkle by Monday. I also went grocery shopping yesterday. Tyler went with me and when I asked him what he would like to make himself for lunch next week, his response was, "Oh man....I have to make my own lunch....that stinks..." Yep, I'm guilty. For the past 4 months, I have been the wife who always has a hot meal waiting on my hubby when he comes home for lunch. I spoiled him....and now I've realized that he may, in fact, starve next week.
Tyler and I took BayLee for a walk on the river trail, Wednesday evening. The river trail is a trail in the woods, beside a river. It goes for miles and miles. We walked for about two hours, and we may have gone about two miles. Maybe. It was BayLee's first time on the trail, and since hundreds of dogs have been there, most of our time consisted of him sniffing every patch of grass and marking his territory. He was doing it so frequently that we started to think he was doing it, not just to mark his territory, but also to be able to find his way back home, if necessary. Bless his little heart. Even though it took forever, we got a lot of laughs out of watching him. I mean, I can't blame him for wanting to sniff and pee on everything. After all, there were a lot of new things to sniff and pee on.
|Here is what 99% of our walk looked like :)|
We also encountered our first snake of spring during our walk.
|This is a picture I found online.|
In honor of Fur Baby Friday:
BIG, EXCITING NEWS! Yesterday, I had a lot of errands to run. Since it was eighty degrees, I decided to leave BayLee at home (because I didn't want to leave him in the car, in that heat). By himself. That's a big decision to make. You see, BayLee has some anxiety issues. Mainly, separation anxiety issues. Whenever he is left alone, he shakes uncontrollably; drools profusely; pants like there's no tomorrow; and poops one hundred and seven million, puppy tootsie rolls in the floor. Even though he does his business, outside, RIGHT before I leave, there are still one hundred and seven million. I've decided that he has a reserve, you know, in case of emergency. So, deciding to leave him home alone is a HUGE decision. It is a decision that usually involves coming home, picking up his tootsie rolls, and scrubbing the carpet. But yesterday, when I came home, there were NO TOOTSIE ROLLS! Hallelujah! I was so proud. SO proud. This gave me a lot of relief, because I have been very worried about what he was going to do when I went to work. I believe his lessened anxiety was a mixture of two things.
Thing #1- Uncle Sparky
I picked up my
brother parent's dog and brought him to my house, to give BayLee some company.
They've become BFFs :)
Thing #2- Thundershirt
Thundershirt. It claimed that it was "proven to help your dog's anxiety." I was extremely skeptical, but after much research, I decided to buy it. It had a money back guarantee, so what was there to lose? It did help. I put it on him every time he had to be home alone. He stopped drooling, shaking and panting. The tootsie rolls, however, looked like they were in it for the long haul.
SO, because of Uncle Sparky and Thundershirt, I came home to a clean floor!
I hope everyone is having a fabulous Friday!