furry friends

Let me preface this post by saying: I love our dogs. They are very special to us. They are important members of our family, our true first children.

Having a dog like Jake is challenging. In many ways it is like having two husbands. He is messy, obstinate, and hairy. There is dog hair littering every surface of our house; it is impossible to keep it cleaned up. That dog hair FREQUENTLY finds itself in the mouth of my very curious little boy. Eww.

I have entertained you previously with tales of Jake's anxiety, the shredding of his VERY expensive bed, and his odd addiction to bakery bread. We have reached a new low, my friends.

Monday night, I had open house at school. Lofton promised to be home in time for me to leave. He broke his promise. So at 5:30, when I realized that my husband was no where to be found, I threw some dinner into Reese's bag and loaded him in to the car.

I was infuriated. I know that isn't a nice word, but I was way more than mad. My job is important to me and I cannot fully do my job while holding and feeding an almost thirty pound child.

The ladies I work with are fabulous though and they quickly stepped in to help me. Lofton showed up in the knick of time-- literally one minute before I was to be introduced on stage.

All of this to say--I left the house in a hurry that night. Did I leave the cabinet door open? Maybe. Could Jake have opened the cabinet himself? Most definitely. So really that is a moot point.

The point IS Lofton returned home to this disaster.

Wheat flour. EVERYWHERE. White paw prints through our entire house.

Oh the joys of parenting a Labrador.

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