What’s New Round Our Parts

Golly it’s been a while since I had anything to write!

Well, maybe not so much that, as it’s been a while since I had a chance to write anything.

So – here you go.

We adopted a puppy. His name is Oakie, he is five months old, cute as can be and full of energy. 

 

Here he is eating a block of ice with veggies in it, which was intended for the bunnies. They weren’t interested, so he got it. 

How did the new addition affect our other dog? For the most part, she seems pleased. Being thirteen years old, she gets a little bit sore with him wanting to play all the time. But overall I think it has been a smooth transition.

  
Because I am a glutton for punishment (and the Wee Little Miss is the master at convincing me to do what she wants), we also adopted two guinea pigs.  

 

Meet Cookie (bottom) and Helen (top).

Let’s see, what else. We had a litter of rabbits born about a week ago, but the mother killed them (that is common for a doe to do with her first litter, terrible though it is). I guess we were fortunate with the other rabbit who immediately took to motherhood.

Oh! And something kind of fun! The Hubbster and I have been invited to work with a company providing walking ghost tours of Colonial Williamsburg a few nights a week. How cool is that? Heck yeah I’ll take a job that pays pretty well, allows me to take nighttime walks through my favorite place, AND tell ghost stories with my best friend! I’ve been surprised by the process by which you get to do this job, though – it’s not like you just get a pamphlet, learn some stories and go… Williamsburg takes its history very seriously, you see. In order to be allowed to even give tours with an independent group, you must obtain a Tour Guide License, which is obtained from the police department by passing a written history exam and basic background check. So, with all of my spare time not spent being a mom, working full time, doing part time paralegal work, playing music, and pretending to be a farmer, I am studying for a history exam. There are two books to read, both of which are very interesting and I would highly recommend to anyone who likes history.  

 

This one is neat because it explains the events between 1763-1789 in such a way that you can sort of get a feel for the way the people were back then culturally, thus giving a better understanding of the events that occurred.

  

This one is neat because it discusses the actual buildings’ histories and which ones are original, etc.

Anyway, we have to be licensed by 22 May, so fingers crossed that we can become history sponges and get on with this thing!

How have you all been?

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My Dog: The Drama Queen

I have an awesome dog named Amber.

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Amber, being not freaked out or dramatic.

Amber hates certain things.

She is afraid of our hardwood floors, for example. Combating the Scary Floor can be tedious at times; we must always have a collection of throw rugs strewn about, so that she can leap-frog from one safe area to another. We also must keep her nails impeccably trimmed so she is not slipping on her nails and thus avoiding further plunge into the abyss of neurosis.

Another of Amber’s fears, ironically, is the nail trimmer. You’d think that some connection would be made in her mind between Scary Nail Trimmer and the feeling of, “Hey! Scary Floor is less slippery!”, but — no. Every nail trimming session, regardless of the type of trimmer I purchase, is a hugely traumatic experience for both of us. She writhes and squirms like a piece of terrified gelatin.

Today, I had only just thought to myself that I ought to trim her nails, when she suddenly knew without a doubt that I was on my way to retrieve it. And this began the drama.

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Amber, being both freaked out and dramatic.

She didn’t just run away. She ran up the stairs and scrambled into the cubby space of my husband’s bedside table, and refused to come out until I had sufficiently displayed that I did not have the nail trimmer in either hand.

Never mind that as soon as she came out, I grabbed it off the bed and trimmed her nails.

🙂

But how else is she to continue walking on Scary Floor?!