Let's start the weekend with a gander at some walking velvet. Look at my little guy! Isn't he precious?! I swear, I could eat him whole. He hears his Jampy in the kitchen and is trying to decide if it's worth it to run in there and take a look. I won't tell you how many times I've held him as close to me as possible and kissed that velvety head and face and belly over and over. He is pure, soft goosh.
The babies are right at 11 months old now, and they're still curious about everything. My little guy and baby Trudy have stayed on the smaller feline side, and baby Higgins is enormous. All three still have baby behavior, something that I observed lasted until about the age of two with my big, beautiful boys Oscar and Oliver. For the record, babies are very addictive. Their mama, Bunny, is having a great time being a spoiled pet now, and she got to keep her babies. They're a tight, bonded clowder of cats for sure. Also, EVERYONE is spayed and/or neutered. Just 'cuz babies are addictive doesn't mean I need more!
Who got tired of winter while it was still winter?! I did. So last weekend, on February 28th, I swapped everything over to Easter and spring. Look at my peeps vignette below. Isn't that adorable? My mom made it. What could be better than Peter Rabbit and Peeps? I know some people don't like Peeps. I LOVE them. That soft marshmallow rolled in a fine, crispy sugar?? What's not to love? I have several packs in the kitchen that will be enjoyed all throughout spring.
I have often regaled friends with a rant that severely beats up the idea of camping. Growing up, we went camping. I. Hated. Camping. I still do! Many of my friends have, in turn, swapped rants with me about the things in their childhood that were supposed to be fun, family activities, as well, but turned out to be activities they also ended up hating! As we've grown older, those same horror stories became the tales that make us laugh till we cry. We are not alone in our growing-up craziness, are we?! Fast-forward to my adult years, and a friend of mine included the camper below in a batch of birthday gifts after hearing my camping tales of my youth! I wheeze-laughed when I opened it. I have to say, it's absolutely adorable, and I have put it out on display in Spring every year since I received it.
I love this little plate. There are four of them with spring/summer vignette scenes. I found them in a thrift shop many, many years ago. They signal the start of plentiful sunny days and Sonic summer drinks for me. When I display them for the season, I know my Sonic Ocean Water treat days are in the very near future!
It seems like every time I write a blog post, I'm just a bit more tired than the last time. What's that about? Doesn't matter, I have Peggy Ann apple fritters and Bojangles biscuits in the freezer for the weekend. Those are better than vitamins or medicine, ha ha. They go down easier and with zero side effects, too. I have noted that when the sun comes out, I can see the dust soooooo much better in our house. No problem, it'll get cloudy again, so that need to dust will pass.
The Border Collie has gas today. It happens from time to time. We administer meds and see how it goes before loading her up and taking her to the vet's. She hates going anywhere, but we'll take her if necessary. I think a new treat we tried did not agree with her, but then, again, I'm not at home nearly as much as I was at the beginning of Covid, so she could be having a bit of minor separation anxiety. That can affect a dog's gastro system. I just hope she's okay. I'm very attached to my dog, and it generally freaks me out and reduces me to rubble when everything about her isn't in sync. In the meantime, she is farting for America!
That's about it for now. I leave on that note, a dog with flatulence who has a tired owner! Here's hoping the weekend holds sun for all of us. I don't think I could take another cloudy day for a while! And no worries, I'll have a biscuit and fritter for you . . . .
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