For the past couple of weeks, I have been unable to find the pup comb. It’s not such a big deal for Dora or Murphy. They are short-hairs and both have gotten a “bath” in that time period — Murphy because I hosed him down while watering the front yard — he loves to try to “eat” the water from the hose — it turns into something of a frenzy — and Dora got caught out in a downpour one morning this past week.
For Tammy, it is critical. I almost bought a new one.
I knew I would find it and tonight I did.
I decided to look at my finances again. I have a rather large expense coming up in August and I’m trying a) not to think about it because it is counter productive b) plan for it financially as best I can. While looking for a particular bill in a pile of papers some kitten had knocked off the filing cabinet — what did I find? The very special pup comb!
My joy even woke up a very sleepy Dora who is now (fianlly) having her kibbles. She’s finished now and ready to go potty, so I will wrap this up.
A pretty bad week has turned out ok, nay even good. We got six more cucumbers into a fancy new bed and Roberto made great progress with the lettuce bed.
I found the pup comb!!!!!!111111!!11!!!1!111!!