Lilly

Here I am again.  My life has been somewhat chaotic since we signed those papers.  Those darn papers. (I don't have it in me to type "damn" there.)

Those papers that made this house our problem.  But yet, don't get me wrong.  I am liking our house more and more.  Once all our junk is put away or sold away or given away or thrown away, and we fix or replace or decide to just put up with the broken appliances, it will feel like a pretty nifty home, not just the place we get our mail.

And with people like these living here . . .

. . . who couldn't love these faces!

Lilly is our new puppy dog.  She is about 5 years old.  And if you can't tell, she's a Saint Bernard (yes, AL we decided to get one anyway.)  Josh and Ellie adore her.  They want to take her for walks, play with her, give her treats, brush her, feed and water her.  Ellie will even wipe her mouth after she drinks.  (It can get a little messy otherwise.)  But they draw the line at picking up poop.

She is a great dog.  She is calm, hardly barks, doesn't jump (we have to lift her into the car, which isn't easy with a 96 pound dog.  She'll put her front legs up and then wait to be hoisted.)  She absolutely LOVES belly rubs.  Though she spends most of her time on the floor snoring, she does like a walk around the block.  But don't make it too long she says, or she'll start slowing down.

Today we went to the groomers.  She came home all pretty and with a bow on her ear.  When I took her, I had to pull her in, while a vet tech pushed. She remembered being there yesterday for her vet visit.  Yesterday she walked in the door, then thought better of it once it was time to go on the scale.  And again when time to go into the exam room.  She hunkered down and wouldn't budge.  The floor is nice and slidey, so we kind of pulled/pushed/dragged her.  She eventually realized she was going and got up and walked.  And once it was time to go, she held nothing back.  So, once back at the same place as yesterday, she put on the brakes at the front stoop.  She wouldn't even go in the door. 

It's going to be great fun trying to get her in to have her nails clipped more often.  They were neglected, so the quick is too long and have to be trimmed more often to get it to recede.