This came home in Grayson's school bag today....
Awww, bless his sweet little heart; made me tear up a little. The latest pretend play around our house is "tigers" which includes EATING all the baby dolls, crawling around on all fours, and lots of growling. If Matalley doesn't want to play, then she gets to be the Mommy and Grayson is her pet tiger.
Then we took Deaky to the vet for a little growth he has on his ribcage. We made it there just fine, but then were trapped in an echo room the size of a closet for 45 minutes while they cleaned Deak's ears, took some blood samples, and prodded around. By the end of the visit, the kids were tired, covered in dog hair, and BIZERK. Deacon was barking in frustration, Matalley was screaming for her milk, Grayson kept playing with the door handle so it would open and close while he was banging his magazine against the wall and complaining that he wanted to go. The vet tech came into explain the medicine we are supposed to give Deaky. She just talked over the noise, but then in the middle of it all said, "Bless your heart." I'm sure I blushed two shades of red out of sheer embarrassment. What makes it all that much worse is that the second tech came in to give me an appointment card for our next appointment and also said, "bless your heart."
Awww, bless his sweet little heart; made me tear up a little. The latest pretend play around our house is "tigers" which includes EATING all the baby dolls, crawling around on all fours, and lots of growling. If Matalley doesn't want to play, then she gets to be the Mommy and Grayson is her pet tiger.
Then we took Deaky to the vet for a little growth he has on his ribcage. We made it there just fine, but then were trapped in an echo room the size of a closet for 45 minutes while they cleaned Deak's ears, took some blood samples, and prodded around. By the end of the visit, the kids were tired, covered in dog hair, and BIZERK. Deacon was barking in frustration, Matalley was screaming for her milk, Grayson kept playing with the door handle so it would open and close while he was banging his magazine against the wall and complaining that he wanted to go. The vet tech came into explain the medicine we are supposed to give Deaky. She just talked over the noise, but then in the middle of it all said, "Bless your heart." I'm sure I blushed two shades of red out of sheer embarrassment. What makes it all that much worse is that the second tech came in to give me an appointment card for our next appointment and also said, "bless your heart."
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Awwwwww...........well, at least you've been doubly blessed :)
We've all been there.......and you had a dog, to boot! - jamee
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