I'm Such a Sucker!!

I did it, I finally did it. I gave in, I said yes, I so totally caved. I was completely manipulated into saying YES!

I told the 9 year old man child he could have a puppy.

His evil manipulative 21 year old sister took him to a friends house who had a mother dog with a litter and took pictures of the 9 year old with this puppy; named the puppy and sent the picture to me saying 'Mommy I need a Puppy'!

Is it wrong to call her a B**ch? In this case, I'm not sure it is.

I have successfully been able to ward off the Puppy agenda, by saying things like..."It's a lot of work", or "What will we do if we have to go away again"? And lots of other assorted reasons and sometimes simply resorting to just NO.

But they worked me over and I finally gave in.

Last night was the night. We went and got the dog. He was finally old enough, had been weaned had shot's and wormed the whole bit.
The creature is 'Cuteness in a Can', it is really adorable, but a feel like such a sucker.

The 9 year old was told that he was completely responsible for this animal. The animal is his and he is to take care of him. He is to read dog training books; take him outside every 15 minutes (because I'm completely neurotic about puppy pee on the floor)

The puppy's name is Gunner, he is a Beagle Terrier mix, with short fat legs and a Beagle face. White hair with brown spots and a squishy wet black nose.

The 9 year old stayed up almost all night with the Pup last night, and this afternoon I found him on the couch snoring, with his hand hanging off of the couch into the puppy's bed with puppy asleep on his hand. He was so exhausted!
He came up to me after dinner and thanked me for letting him have the puppy and also thanked me for saying no until now, because he said it was way to much work for him to do before.

I think we are going to do the crate thing so he can gets some rest. I'll go to Wally World in the morning to get one. We put the puppy monster in a box in the kitchen tonight and he yellped for a little while but finally got over it.

I just can't believe I said yes. I know he will grow up and be house broken and all that good stuff, but I avoided it for so long I almost feel like I had another baby.

Pray for me!

Painting Murals

Kathy called me frantic saying she wasn't able to get a handle on this mural that Alwyn had kinda talked her into. Being that it was Thursday, it was Farmer Girl Day, I couldn't say no!
The Mural is out by an in the ground pool and we painted the garage wall that faces the pool in a beach scene complete with tiki hut and palm trees.
It was perfect work for the week as the temperatures were high and it was a great reason to bring the 9 year old with me to hang out and swim.

Kathy doesn't like to work around people, her creativity flows when she is alone or with one or two other people, but the first day we were there I think I counted 15 most of them being kids.
The second day was better only Kathy the 9 year old and myself.

We hit a few stubling blocks, but overcame them and the mural actually turned out quite good.

The bad news is that now the 9 year old is really sick with a temp of 102.5 this afternoon and 102.1 tonight. After doses and doses of tylenol, motrin and lots of ginger ale he spent the night puking his guts up.

I'm really hoping he's better tomorrow, and he doesn't get the swimmers ears started, I remember when I was a kid it would start like his is then I'd be a mess a few days and ready to get back in the pool again as soon as I could.

I'll show pictures of the mural when Billy get back from CA, he took the pics before he left but didn't download them for before he left.

Painting big stuff like a mural is sooo much fun. I hope the owners will love it when they get back from vacation.