Owning a puppy is a little bit like...well...nothing that I've ever done before. One minute I'm oohing and ahhing over her abilities to sit so quietly when asked, to walk so perfectly, and to be so cute. The next? I'm emotionally spiraling out of control, mad at her for chewing on electrical cords, not walking like she should, and stinking up her little corner of our apartment. Pretty soon I forget the cute, drop into a terrible attitude, and let everything bother me- including the crooked vent above the stove. Really? Who put that in there, an amateur?
I'm not sure if I've had a worse week of feeling sorry for myself in a very long time. But eventually, I gotta pick up the pieces, remember she's a puppy and needs me to show her what's right and wrong, and strive for a better, more patient attitude. This little one sure is testing my patience. I'm so used to doing my own thing on my own terms. With just Keagan and I in the apartment, it's so easy. Even when we don't agree, we still understand each other. This puppy? Well...she speaks puppy and I speak selfish-human-who-likes-her-own-way.
Patience- that's the word of the week.
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It's been a very hot and humid week. I think I broke my record for most showers taken...ever. We're getting more and more used to Virginia- the place where people back into parking spots, walk outside with umbrellas on sunny days, and always have really clean cars. It's really not a bad place.
Besides the puppy that's taken up so much of this week's attention, we actually had a pretty eventful week! Keagan's hours were not bad, which really helped relax his emotional, overtired wife. (That's me, by the way). On Wednesday, I got to join a group of spouses for a recipe-swap party...something I had decided to host, not knowing at the time that we'd take be taking in a little yapper. Thankfully, another spouse graciously offered to host at her place. We got together, ate delicious food, and came home with fun new recipes to try. Food...it gets me so excited.
Thursday, I got a text from Keagan saying- "Guess who lost a tooth?" I responded by immediately making Jello. Turns out helmets don't always prevent injuries, but are sometimes the cause of them. Keagan's since been living with half of a front tooth. Hopefully, they can get him in to the dentist tomorrow to get it fixed. Until then, we're learning to appreciate the new look. :)
Friday, we had a much-needed, relaxing night, watching Robot & Frank and eating ice-cream. It was a fairly delightful movie. The ending, though, not so great.
We got ambitious on Saturday and decided to finally de-gravel our Iowan cars. Remember when I mentioned that people out here always have really clean cars? Well...they really do. It's almost compulsive. I once had a lady apologize to me about her messy car and I looked around and saw one rock. One. We finally got self-conscious enough about our cars that are so used to a comforting dusting of gravel, and went to town. We scrubbed every surface that could be scrubbed, hosed down every nook and cranny that could be hosed down, vacuumed out every piece of gravel and several bobby pins, and then went out to Gelato Cafe to cool down and relax. We probably need to stop rewarding ourselves with ice-cream...even if it is Italian. It was so satisfying though...these high-90's days with 100,000% humidity can really drain a person.
It's been nice to relax this weekend and have a little help with Miss Puppy. We even snuck out of the apartment to enjoy a date at Zibbibo 73- a lovely Italian restaurant with live piano music.
This week? I guess it wasn't so bad. We're looking forward to a cooler week ahead...with a chance of storms.
I wish you a week filled with patience, fully-intact teeth, and cars that fit your regional standards of cleanliness.
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