Life is so difficult these days, isn’t it? I mean, they had it so much easier years ago.
My mom has only lived in two places since I was born … the house I was raised in, and the house she moved to after I left the nest.
My head is spinning from the whirlwind that has been my life since the 4th of July. We still have about a dozen boxes to unpack in our new home, plus need to hang pictures and decorate. There will be more updating to the house as well, but at least the major fixes are done for a few years.
In the mean time, I find myself experiencing the stages of grief over losing my mother-in-law three weeks ago.
I don’t even know where to begin to write this difficult post. I hope you’ll follow along anyway, because this is important … to me.
My husband had been wanting to spend time with each of our mom’s in the kitchen, and a few weeks after he baked apple slices with his mom, he asked my mom, V, to teach him how to make pasta from scratch.
Just like parents change their lives for their kids, I find I change my life for my dog. I don’t do mornings, and Saturdays are for sleeping in. Not today! Our local dog whisperer/trainer (Will Thomas) has a pack gathering on a farm once a month in the early morning. We took Max today to socialize him with other dogs. Wow! That was fun … for Max. He had me scared out of my wits when he took on a German Shepherd twice his size!
Max tends to get a bit aggressive, it’s why we brought him there, to get some help. The trainer said that Max does over do it a bit, but he listens to correction … except from ME! I know what I have to do to fix it. Glad we went, but I forgot to bring my camera. Only got a few shots from my old fashioned phone, can’t even get on the web with it. I thought I’d share the pics below. Anyone in central Florida interested in the dog trainer, his link is on my blogroll. Click continue for photos.