What a good boy

 

One of the cruelest facts of life is that we outlive our pets. Tipper was my baby - a Christmas gift many, many years ago. My husband surprised me with this teeny little puppy that he had stuffed in his jacket. It was love at first sight! I remember sharing mugs of warm milk with him - he loved it and so did I! He was fiercely protective of me - snarling and growling if anyone came near to me while he was with me. 

Tipper was old. Really old. Still, I wish I had him a little longer but I'm so thankful that he was relatively healthy until the end. Last Wednesday, I scratched his head and gave him a kiss. He was gone by the time I came home from work. 

I find it interesting that on that day, Google photos had compiled an album of memories that were of Tipper. I'll miss this boy - his snaggle tooth, his tongue hanging out, his bad breath, his bad attitude (toward anyone but me). 

Celebrating the 4th, 5th, and 6th.

And what great days they were!  We all celebrated in our own ways! One day, my daughter, her fiancé and their pup came over and we just hung out on the deck and sweated. It was just great being together - laughing and playing with the pup.  I then went to visit my oldest daughter and her family and we set off sparklers and then watched the fireworks. Another hot day but a really, really good day! 

I'm always a little heartsick when the house is just back to me and my pups (who are huge fans of the hot weather). I can remember years and years ago just wishing for a few minutes of peace and quiet but now, I wish I could get some of those days back! I get to enjoy some semblance of those 'good ol' days' when my grandkids are down or when I'm hanging out with my grandbaby but there is nothing like the constant rush and chatter of a house full of people! 

But in all fairness, I guess my dogs and my husband can create quite a bit of noise and confusion but it's just not the same. I really do love this season of my life though where there is a balance of crazy and calm.