I know I’ve been doing a ton little bit of complaining about life with an infant. The sleepless nights, the mysteriousness of his routine, and my lack of energy to complete daily tasks like staying awake. But things seem to be finding a stable platform, so I feel I should shut up about it for now.

Today has been a really good day for us. But then, there’s Maple.

Poor puppy. This morning she caught a squirrel. Our yard and tree often have squirrels visiting and seemingly taunting Maple, who stalks the ground beneath our tree waiting for one of the bushy rats to make a mistake. And apparently this morning one of the squirrels was slow and became Maple’s triumph.

I didn’t see it. Damon did because he was right there. And instead of congratulating Maple in her triumphant catch, he made her let it go limping off somewhere. (Boy am I glad Damon was 1. home and 2. telling her to ditch it. I didn’t want to clean up whatever could have happened.)

So, no squirrel kill for Maple. Must have been a sucky morning for her.

Too bad it got a little worse.

This afternoon I made Fuller take a bath. When we went to the bathroom to fill the tub, we discovered Maple had made herself at home in there. It is her “safe place” when the skies threaten thunderstorms. Maple is quite the scardey dog and gets very jumpy when thunder starts to roll. She hides in the bathroom, under beds, and behind chairs.

We made her move so Fuller get in the tub and clean up. I left the bathroom to do something. There was a loud clap of thunder and suddenly I hear Fuller yelling, “Mommy! Mommy!” I run back and Fuller tells me Maple was back in the tub. Which was full of water. The tub was full of water and Fuller. And for a short while, Maple was in there too.

So, disappointing morning and then a fearful afternoon. I think Maple has had a rough day.

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