It’s Sunday and that means it is blog day for me.  The main thing on my mind today is the weather.  I am SO SICK OF WINTER!  The dumb groundhog lied to us again.  Valentine’s Day was beautiful here in Enid, Oklahoma with temperatures near 70°. We grilled a steak out and then the next morning when my husband went out to put the grill up, here is what he found. 

I shouldn’t complain, it is not nearly as bad here in Oklahoma as it is back east and up north where they are buried in feet of snow.  We got a little snow. I was unaware as I left my house on the north end of town yesterday and headed south, but there was snow the further south I went.  I slid a little.  I’m very protective of my old body and try to be careful.

Today is sunny and supposed to get near 40° and that means it is bath time for my indoor dog.  The rest of the week is supposed to be cold and snowy again.  She gets a bath about once a month and I’m a week late already.  I’ll put her out for a while to be sure everything that needs to happen outside has happened; and then in the nice warm bathtub (to be scrubbed down after) I will bathe her.  She’s not crazy about it, but if she lives in the house, she has to be clean.  Besides, she’s been scratching more than normal lately.  Probably dry winter skin and a month’s worth of dirt. 

This little indoor, 40-pound, mixed breed dog has stolen my heart in ways I wasn’t planning on allowing.  We had a 70-pound Golden Retriever when the kids were young who was like the third child in the house.  He didn’t get monthly baths like he should have, and he was outside more than this one.  He got baths, but you haven’t lived until you’ve bathed a dog that size in the bathtub with a shower door on it.  I was younger then.  But that one stole my heart too – for 14 years before he died just as the kids were leaving home.  I wanted no more dogs.  But I got one and I don’t know what I’d do without her. She will be 9 years-old in March.

So, while the sun is out and it is a little warmer, she gets her bath today.  She always acts like she hates it, but it is obvious she feels better afterwards and is frisky until a nap overtakes her.  I may need one too after all that activity.

Have your pets stolen your heart?  Tell me about them.