“Mrs. Rackley…I was getting water and my shirt came up and he said the ‘s’ word to me.” “Shut up?” I ask hopefully. “No…it’s a word from one of those romantic movies.” Eek…not good, not good. I finally ask what the word was. “Sexy,” she whispers with disdain and a snarl of the nose.
Our house is in an uproar these days. The upstairs bathroom has been gutted. Goodbye faded yellow tile and moldy porcelain tub. Goodbye 5 foot high shower head (kind of hard for a 6’1″ boy to wash the hair). In a few weeks time, we’ll have new stuff – so excited!
We’re also having our driveway completely redone. Because we waited so long to address it, they had to take it back down to gravel. It’s a mess, and I found out today, that it is senseless to wash your car until the mess it gone.
All the mess and chaos sent my baby Layla into an utter meltdown. In her bouts of freaking out, my dog somehow threw her back out. Yes…seriously, she threw her back out attacking the workers. Please remember she’s only 12 pounds, granted 12 pounds of rolling thunder, but she has the anxiety level of a full-grown human. The vet gave her a cortisone shot and a muscle relaxer. He tried to reassure me all small dogs can get like this…I have a feeling he was just trying to make a worried dog owner feel better!