What's a woman to do? First, "oh, shit" and then we ran. Well, not ran really, but starting jogging away. Now, Titan is not good at being reactive and jogging. It's too much to wrap his brain around. So, we jogged and jogged and jogged. I kept glancing back to see if we were being followed. Of course, we were. Damn-it!!! I threw a hand full of chicken behind me in an effort to slow down the approaching hound. We ran to the end of the road, where I thought I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen or have a heart attack, whichever came first. Thankfully, the offending animal had, finally, turned around and ran his/her butt back home, where it belonged in the first place.
Once home, Bill and the foster puppy, Briska, were coming out, so we all went for a walk. Lots of exercise for Titan and Briska, too.
Next, I made my annual Christmas Cherry Cake.
I got on the phone and made motel reservations for our trip to Florida. While on the phone, FedEx delivered a large package from Amazon. I have ordered a ton of stuff from Amazon so, naturally, I assumed it was MY package. I got all excited, ripped off the tape holding the box closed and realized that it was addressed to Bill McGovern. Oops! At least I didn't rip open the box inside.
Next, I wrapped some presents. Bill was away so I was able to get a few of his things wrapped, along with some other small stuff since I was using the kitchen table and there isn't much room to work.
Yes, I know, they still need my special, super, duper bows. It's a start.
I put some laundry in the washer and took a few minutes to play with our current foster puppy, Briska.
|Briska, bringing everyone a White Christmas|
After that, I made sponge candy, another annual holiday staple.
|Sometimes called moon candy|
Bill wanted to make cookies, so I cleaned up my mess; I had had enough of the kitchen.
I gave Briska a bath, which was extremely easy, compared to Titan, a big scaredy cat.
Since everything was out, I decided to give Titan a bath. Yeah, right. Instead, we worked on getting him into the tub without freaking out. Chicken to the rescue.
First, I held a treat on the edge of the tub and when he came to take it, I marked it with YES and he got the treat. We did that a couple of times, then I moved my hand into the tub and he had to lean over the edge of the tub to get the treat. Again, good work was marked with a YES.
|This is a scary way to get a treat|
|I think I can, I think I can, I think I can|
|Look mama, I'M IN.THE.TUB!!! and I did it by myself.|
All in all, a good day. However, being productive makes me tired! I'm not as young as I used to be but don't tell anyone. AND, I got bows on the gifts.
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