That's right, I haven't posted on this here blog in fifteen whole months. But I'm thinking that's about to change. We'll see.
So let's see if I can bring you up to date.
Milestones? We lost both of our beloved dogs, Bear and Buster last year. Bear was 16 and Buster was 15. It sucked.
After we lost Buster in January, we also lost our dadgum minds and drove 100 miles to buy a puppy that was advertised as a Dachshund/Beagle mix just like Buster. We named him BJ and enjoyed him oh, so much. Until his legs got longer than mine. Uhm...neither Dachshund nor Beagle, and WAY too big for my dainty girls and our other dogs.
That's right, dogs. Because while we were wild with grief, we also rescued Princess, a Pom/Yorkie mix who was pregnant.
Bear was not amused.
Princess had those adorable puppies on March 30 of last year, and we named them Smoke, Choco and Daisy. The birth experience? Requires a story of its own. Dang, I wish I'd been blogging back then.
For those of you keeping count, that brought our canine total to SIX. Bear, BJ, Princess and 3 pups. We were rebels in violation of city ordinances.
BJ was the sweetest boy but just terrorizing everyone in the house, and we eventually found him a home with a Doberman rescue guy. The guy was a little off, but absolutely spoiled and doted on all of his Dobermans (Dobermen?) so we felt great about sending BJ off to his new home.
One of the puppies went to live with my cousins, making us legal here in our city.
And then in September my sweet Bear left us. Y'all, I had Bear longer than Big Daddy. But he couldn't stand or walk very well any more and he was just ready to move on. It was one of the most difficult experiences in my life.
And that's all I have to say about that.
My girls are all awesome and think they're grown and have crushes and are such young ladies these days. I'll post pictures soon. I'm still homeschooling but we're planning on attending a Charter School in the fall. It will be quite a transition for them all and I'm trying to be more structured here to prepare them.
Pray for them. And me.
Nine paragraphs on my dogs and one one my kiddos. Clearly I have some catching up to do on the girlies.
And on that note, I'm gonna go to sleep so I can get up in 3 hours to feed these crazy dogs and take them outside. Because the minute the alarm goes off they start licking my face and won't stop. No snoozing for me these days, my friends.