Fur baby that is!
Yup, we got our doggie this weekend!
Saturday morning we (and this is a real we-the fiance helped!) made biscuits and gravy.
See how there’s no gravy in that picture? It was all in our tummies. But the leftover biscuits are good on their own. I used part whole wheat flour, which I’m pretty sure made them healthy.
Then my cousin’s family showed up to finish the fence and give us Shelby.
(Shelby was my cousin’s dog, but when their second child was born they realized she wasn’t getting enough love and attention anymore, so she was spastic and needy and they were overwhelmed, so we took her in-this way they can still visit her-and if they miss her too much, steal her back)
This is Shelby! She is a 7 year old Australian Shepherd. She wants to love you to death-given half the chance she’d climb in your lap.
Sunday morning, foreshadowing what life will be like when we have a real baby, Shelby woke me up way too early. Know who she didn’t wake up? The fiance. (She came over and nuzzled my hand, so at least it was cute and not her barking her head off)
We went upstairs and I got to watch her go to town on her toy
It squeaks. A lot.
Look at the ingredients-this is better than you’ll find on a lot of real cookies
We also took Shelby to the dog park. Oh lord she hated it. It was crowded and she got really nervous-she jumped up on us and laid her head in like she needed a hug! We realized she hasn’t been around a lot of dogs, and she’s a herder so things not in a pack bug her. We went on a walk instead, and that was much better.