Pressing On

Our semi-sweet chocolate lab is two years old. Aw, the terrible twos. Still technically a puppy I suppose but I was hoping for her dog years to be of a higher IQ than what she showed me the other day. Thinking that she is old enough to no longer have to sleep in her kennel at night, we have given her a little more freedom. She has a nice comfortable bed that lays at the side of our bed. You would think this would be a wonderful thing for her. Nice soft mattress verses a cold, hard piece of plastic. Which, side note, is of her own doing since she ate whatever cushion we put in there to provide more comfort for her.  For nearly a week we have tested this new sleeping arrangement. I actually like it, especially when my hubby travels and I'm sure she does too. She has done really well until the other day. Maybe it was my fault that I had left her most of the day and she had too much bottled up energy or she was punishing me. I am certain she misses her old yard and neighborhood. Maybe

We are somewhat settled into our new home in Houston. We are getting to be quite the professionals when it comes to unpacking and getting things put into place. The biggest project for me is my own personal space. It used to be my craft and sewing room in previous houses. Now I use it more for a study and keep my crafts and sewing stuff in the closet of that room. I can't even say I sew. I have a sewing machine and I have sewn some things. But don't ask me to make you anything that won't look like a kindergartner made it.  I used to scrapbook, so a lot of my stuff is boxes. Boxes of photos and unfinished projects. I keep it because "someday" I might finish it. Of course the photos are memories we have made along the way in our journey so far and I get lost revisiting those. I spent more time than I should have putting that room together. I'd be putting a box on the shelf and take a peek at an old photo and then smile thinking about that memory.  Pretty soon I