New toys

Last night Bob and I went on a date to Costco.  Dinner is cheap–we spent $5.35 on dinner for two.  But the shopping is expensive.  We always find something extravagent that is a must have item.  Last night it was toys for the dogs.  Justification 00 the puppy needs lots of chew toys which is true.  But we could make them for a lot less.  But hey, it’s a puppy and she deserves a new toy or two.  Elly agrees she too needs some new toys.

So last night we gave both dogs one of there fake plastic bones.  Elly promptly took her bone and stashed it somewhere in the house.  Then she came back to the kitchen and took away Bridget’s bone.  By this point in the evening, Bridget was too tired to protest.  So she lay next to Elly waiting for the right moment to steal back her bone.  Very cute to watch.


Author: Heres to ART not Cockroaches

Welcome to my life. My life as a mom is changing as the kids grow up, leave home, and build their own lives. This gives me a chance to rebuild myself as an artist, develop a spiritual path, and most fun of all, start going out on dates with my husband. Come here the stories about the small things in life that can make one very happy. Dogs running on a beach, great breakfast dates, kids and their adventures, and my own adventures in this wacky life. I'll share some of my progress in learning art while juggling a full time job as an engineer. And best of all, it's a chance for me to practice writing stories while keeping in touch with my kids. I look forward to hearing from you. Comments, thoughts, and invitations to meet for coffee are all welcomed. Enjoy the stories.

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