She still eats puppy chow. She wants to rough-house and play all day long except when she collapses in exhaustion after a session of play. And she is terrified to walk beyond the end of the drive without Frank along. She is still very much a puppy in my eyes.
But the puppy is really not a puppy anymore. After dinner while we were cleaning up the kitchen tonight we found a tooth on the floor. Upon inspection it was clearly not one of the Sprouts'. Astrid is loosing her baby teeth!
And she has her important appointment with the vet in two weeks. Fingers crossed that she doesn't go into heat before then.
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A journal reflecting on the various aspects of my life - work, relationships, hobbies, errands - while learning to recognize and experience God's presence in this moment.
About Me
- EK
- Ontario, Canada
- No longer thirty-something. Still a wife, mother and teacher. Trying to keep it in that order. Looking to find Waldo and follow His will in daily life.
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