Thursday, May 17, 2012
Life's So Ruff When You're a Dog
Sarah moved off to her new town, to a new apartment, to a new school, to a new life-- and felt like she had to take all her worldly possessions with her. My arms are killing me and I didn't even load that much in the van.
And tonight Ben and Todd drive to Charlotte so that he can catch his plane way too early tomorrow morning to Togo, Africa where he'll spend most of the summer.
So for the last week we've been running all over, packing moving boxes and buying apartment supplies and bug repellant and Gatorade powder and trying our best to fulfill our duties as staff /support to our excited children.
As you can see, it's exhausted Tanner the Slobber Dog.
Not even the camera flash would wake that doggie up.
Okay, well the second flash did.
But no worries, he's back asleep again.
I think I want to be a dog. That is, if I could periodically yank my puppies back to the house by the scruff of their necks.
But dogs have to go off and run their own lives, I guess.
Peace and plenty of pats on the head to you, friends! :)