Well, the adventures of where Cruz' toys end up continues. I was excited when I found the small square tile piece the other day on the landing in the back stairway because it had been missing from my living room windowsill for a while. I went to super glue it back in place...and realized there were TWO small square tile pieces missing from my windowsill.......
Foxing standing on his head in the back stairway.
Evidently Cruz has decided she wants to design her own rubber mats because "store bought" just isn't cutting it with her.
Through the window of the door to my basement looking into the downstairs hallway. The black Army bag in the foreground and the white plastic cosmetic bag in the back right both sit on the flowered carry on bag under the shelving unit. That's good, old Wubba sitting right in front of the flowered carry on.
Wubba is a downstairs/main level of the house toy but evidently the other morning while I was taking my shower before work, Cruz decided Wubba needed to visit the upstairs.
I honestly have no clue - maybe Cruz thought Foxy was hungry or thirsty? The rubber toy on the mat is her Kong bone that I fill with peanut butter before I leave.
I thought Cruz was "playing me" the other day on our walk so I wanted to make sure this was for real - she is "sitting" fairly well on her own, or all I have to do is move my hand toward her muzzle and she sits during our walks. There are no words to describe how I felt when I realized we had this break through - I was such a proud Mommy. Now we are working on "stay" and "free" this week. Baby steps......
Thursday and Friday morning before my alarm went off Cruz did something really interesting. There are times I can sense something looking at me and when I open my eyes - yep - there she is sitting on the floor next to my side of the bed staring at me. When this would happen I'd pet her and talk to her for a second and then try to go back to sleep. Well, Thursday and Friday morning Cruz started to walk up and down the length of my side of the bed - never done this before. I let my hand glide along her body as she did this, and then she would turn her head back and take my hand gently in her mouth to kind of get me in place to rub her side as she went the other way. This went on for like five minutes each morning. If she would stop - she would sniff my hand and lick it - then back to walking along the side of the bed with my hand gliding along her side. I think this is good???
I had planned to go to a craft show today after church with a friend but due to another friend having visitiation today for her husband that passed away on Wednesday - I headed to the craft show on my own Saturday. I bought a few things with one being a Bible cover made out of material with dogs on it. The German Shepherd in the material made me think of Cruz. Another neat thing I bought was a photo of a little fox kit (or are they cubs) sitting in the hollow end of a tree trunk looking out. Right next to where I bought the picture, a kid had made frames out of sticks and tree bark - I found a neat frame from him for my fox picture. Now...his grandfather was working the booth too - I think both of them make the frames. Grandpa handed me an envelope with their business card and told me to turn the envelope over - it was stamped with a rattlesnake on it. I'm like "no thank you" and tried to hand the envelope back to him - nothing doing. He made me open the envelope and it had the rubber band and washer deal in it that sounded like a rattlesnake rattling its tail. I of course screamed and threw the envelope into the middle of their display - and then gave grandpa the eye. He told me I was a good jumper - I didn't say what I wanted to tell him that he was :)
Last night Cruz and I headed out to watch fireworks. The City of WDM had their Illumifest event this weekend and to end it last night was fireworks being lit over by City Hall. I drove to the back of Southwoods 9th Grade/Freshman school on the hill up from City Hall to watch the fireworks with Cruz. I wasn't sure how she would do and she was a little leery of the few people that ended up with us. But then the fireworks started and I was too close because she could hear the boom when they were shot off - and that wasn't sitting good with her. She was ready to go. I was like, "man....I really want to watch the fireworks". I'd only seen one deal of fireworks since Mike died and this would be my first time to watch them by myself. So I put Cruz in the back seat of the car - moved the car over to a better location in the parking lot and stood outside her back door - with her window down with me watching the fireworks and my hand inside the car petting her. She's such a goober....
Before the fireworks.
Today was another awesome fall day in Iowa and after driving by this bunch of trees after church I turned around to take the next picture. What a great bunch of colors!
The next two trees are in the parking lot of Stilwell Jr High in West Des Moines.
Across the street from Stilwell Jr High. Even though these two trees have "black" leaves - they are still beautiful because there is a touch of a deep red in their color.
T -4 days until I get my tattoo for Butler.................................................
Isn't this the cutest thing you have ever seen? It's one of my cousin's dogs after being given a bath. My cousin is once again my age today. She gives me a hard time for being "older" than her - by 9 days.
I went to the visitation for a friend of mine that her husband passed away Wednesday. When I read the email letting several of us know of Bob's passing I just cried - because I know the road Sandy has started to go down. I know exactly how she will feel at times - and I just hurt for her. This was the poem in Bob's program. I think it's awesome.
You can shed tears that he is gone,
Or you can smile because he has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that he'll come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see him,
Or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only that he's gone,
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back,
Or you can do what he'd want:
SMILE, OPEN YOUR EYES, LOVE AND GO ON.
Today at church we sang "It Is Well With My Soul" and that song always gets to me. It's been an "interesting" two and a half years but I can definitely say It is well with my soul.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
