Some days it isn’t worth chewing through the straps

The days that slip past me and I have no idea where the time went make me insane. I have so much I want to write, and I forget I need to take the Xanax around noon so that by 2pm I am ready for this. Sadly, everything was thrown off. Had to take Hammie to the vet and that started the day off with that and then the husband came home early from work because he’s sick. Which means the house is full, the dogs are wound up because dad is home (well only Rhys, more on that in a bit), the youngest is cursing and yelling at the TV because apparently Sly Cooper is making him rage. I can’t really complain because I have a tendency to rage at my games but I actually know I have an inside voice. He apparently didn’t get that specific thing. But he’s a Horton. Not all of us have an inside voice. Genetics, I say. But I finally have a chance to sit down to write and have a lot to say, but now, it’s time to feed the dogs. So imagine being on hold and listening to the Girl from Ipanema.

Here is Rhys Horton. He’s clean and de-shedded and so happy to see his mama.

Take a moment and enjoy looking at him while I feed dogs and get the evening started and until I can come back and work on this entry more.

Look at that snoot. And those EARS. So precious.