Dog runs, errands, and wrenches.

The day started waiting for comcast... Ugh. Never fun. But as soon as that was done, I took each dog for a run. They all ended up exhausted.

Fergie was tired even hough she only gets a half mile walk for my cool down. Those little Bassett legs just can't quite run wih me, but a good walk suits her just fine.

After that, I had my husband's blessing to go get clip in pedals and shoes for my bicycle. Yay!

I thought I could change them myself, and I know how to do it, but the darn things are stuck.

As in, I took a rubber mallet to them and everything stuck. Stuck, stuck, STUCK.

Guess what my husband gets to do tomorrow? :D 

The highlight of the frustrating day was when it turned around with his- a Vegetti! It turns vegetables into "noodles." I shredded a zucchini and cooked it in chicken broth for a tasty side dish. It was easy and yummy, so it's a win!

 Upside/downsides to your day? I almost forgot the best one- I cured Matty's upset stomach (complete with constant dog I-am-about-to-puke-on-your-shoes-drool) with a half mile walk. No puke and a little extra activity is a double win!

Life in limbo

Lately, life has involved a lot of naps (since these guys think 6 am is the perfect time to wake up every day)...

...and just hanging around with Mom...

...and some runs, often with the dogs (and hating the random coooold mornings we are still having!)...

And more naps.

Exciting, huh?

What's going on in your world?

Homeless

Well, it's official. We no longer own a home. We are temporarily staying with my mom, until a time TBD (after the Husbeast is out of the first parts of training).

This has meant many adjustments, including getting the dogs calmed down and used to my mom's house as home.

At least they seem to have taken to the new eating scheduled:

It takes a little refereeing to make sure Turd Ferguson, my mom's Bassett hound, doesn't eat everyone else's food like a vacuum.

I've been taking at least one dog for a short run most mornings. The biggest adjustment for me is figuring out where I can run! But, I know have a 1.5 mile path for taking a dog, and 2 mile path, and I will keep exploring to get my runs done.

Moving: on a scale of one to ten, how much do you loathe it? The packing and loading of a truck drives me crazy, especially when people offer to help but then refuse to listen.... Ugh. Thank goodness it's all done!