Please know that I haven't neglected everything since my last post - things got vacuumed, dusted, vacuumed again. And again and again. Iron stains have been removed from the toilets and shower. The dogs have been walked, brushed, and walked again. And again and again.
Fall finally came to Colorado, and for once it didn't give way immediately to Winter. It's been unseasonably warm and dry, extending the fire season by a few months. Or maybe we're in next year's fire season already. Either way, this morning brought sweet, sweet flurries to our little mountain town; so far just a dusting, but every little bit is welcome.
How beautiful is this? Oscar and Cara sharing some yummies in their stable while nature decorates the rest of their corral. It's wonderful having horses next door. I get the joy of watching them frolic and play without the expense of horse ownership.
Especially fun is the first warm day after a real snow storm. Oscar, the white one, likes nothing more than to roll around in the mud. He prances around so proud of himself, "look... a horse can change his spots!! Well, at least he can paint some on himself with a nice mud puddle."
So, we're seven days out from embarking on our first big trip in the new RV. I have no doubt we'll be desperately unprepared. My priority before taking off was to get rubber-based throw rugs to enable Hagrid's movement from one end of the RV to the other while in transit. We'll see how that works out. The dogs love a stationary RV. Who wouldn't? There's an easy access bed and windows everywhere! Once in motion, however, an RV is nothing more than an enclosed, rumbling terror. And the only way to overcome that terror is to sit in Dad's lap. Even if Dad is driving.
The best part of our upcoming trip is the destination: Owen. Owen is all baby now. Here he is doing his best Bob Wilson impression:
And here he is being his Daddy's little man:
I really need to scoop him up and kiss him silly. And I'm pretty sure he's been a good boy, so Santa will be bringing him wonderful presents. Although we're hoping Owen's opinion of Christmas festivities improves over this:
It may be, however, that seeing Mommy kissing Santa Claus was a bit overwhelming. Being a part of the festivities seems to suit Owen better:
Well, I'm off to make some batter bread. Get the house stinkin' good for the weekend.
By the way, whatever you do, never, ever watch a show on Animal Planet called "Too Cute". There's even a disclaimer at the start of the show urging viewer discretion because the subject matter is, after all, too cute. Puppies. An hour of puppies. I think I need to find a Labradoodle puppy. Ugh. Too cute. And baby sled dogs. We need a baby sled dog. Oh wait... I already have a baby sled dog. It turns out Hermione is a Siberian Husky/Lab/Collie. We did a DNA test because she was looking less and less Lab as she got older. And despite her size, she's more 'dog' than we've ever had. Anyway, this show is turning me to butter. Quick, someone remind me that I don't need three dogs!
Batter bread. Gotta make the bread.
you dont need three dogs
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