Slothiness

Well, we had our first wild ride with the puppy last night.  Our first of many I am sure.  While I felt sorry for my poor hubby who was out toileting the dog every half hour from 11pm to 3am, apparently not sorry enough to drag myself out of bed.  Do I feel guilty?  I know I should.  And I do.  A little bit.  In defence of my slothiness (now, I'm sure that's not a word but I like it), I should say that truthfully I didn't even hear the barking half of the time.  I know.  Hard to believe that I, who used to hear my children breathing half a house away, didn't hear a frenzied puppy trying not to soil his crate.  Now that's a real Christmas miracle.

Thought I'd slip in a current pic of Ridley enjoying his first snowfall.