Life isn’t…normal exactly, but we’re getting there.

No, we still don’t own the house. In fact, since putting the sod, fence, and our shower door (the three biggies that were left to do when we psuedo-closed on the house), we haven’t heard hide nor hair from our builder asking where his money is. *shrug* I figure that they’ll call us as soon as possible once it’s all “ok”. LOL But, we’re getting settled in. I no longer feel like there are boxes EVERYwhere I look…just almost everywhere. The dogs are all here, together again at last, and are having a great time breaking in the new house. Lizzie is in standing heat which has made pack-reacclimation a little bit interesting, because she’s a royal bizzatch (especially to Leo) when she’s hormonal.

And this weekend I get a chance for my little “mommy getaway” by returning to dog showing again. I went to a small show a few weeks ago, but was told that Lizzie was, ahem, pudgy. *blush* So I’ve been dropping her weight down for our local shows here this weekend. There are majors all three days we’re entered, so fingers crossed that she can pick up her second major.