I cried a little bit.
|Typical day in the nursery|
|When the two girls conspire, you know there's gonna be trouble.|
|Big boy Bowser and little Yoshi were play buddies.|
|Yoshi won every puppy battle. Bowser preferred to roll around.|
|Princess Peach was the rowdiest of the bunch.|
|Princess Daisy loved to sneak behind me and bite me on the butt while I wasn't looking, then clamber into my lap with a blinding halo over her furry little head.|
|For a while, I thought Mario would never get adopted. When prospective owners came to visit, he would fall asleep behind the toilet.|
|King Louie was the biggest goofball. Here I caught him passed out with his head in the crook of the toilet base. It made him snore incredibly loudly.|
|After a struggle, I regained my senses and ultimately decided not to adopt Luigi. But I admit, I kept hoping his adoptive family would back out so I could keep him.|
I realized as I went through all the puppy photos that I didn't get any pictures of the puppies with Dozer or Star. Not that they really hung out at all.
Dozer thought of the puppies the way a person might think of a pillbug--strange little pests, not worth even a sliver of interest. He usually acted as if they weren't even there, though he did a good job of not stepping on them.
Star was... Star. Weird and silly. She developed a habit of strolling over to the nursery and making gutteral grunts and grumbles through the baby gate, as if holding some sort of conversation with the swarm of puppies. You know those YouTube videos of dogs that say "wow wuff wroo" and people in the background say "Awww! I love you too!!"? Star's conversation was a bit like that, a very human-sounding babble.
And so, life resumes its "normal" pace. I'm about to go back to work full-time, on top of the freelance job I'm working. And I'm still taking economics and statistics classes too.
Don't even get me started on the massive list of extracurricular items I want to tackle by year end.
In other news... new mailbox, completed front wall, and functional wall lights! Yeah! One more project crossed off the list.
|The folks across the street had their mailbox stoned in at the same time, so we match.|