Before the summer became crazy, Bryce and I had arranged to have a new fence put in the backyard. Unfortunately, to get to the old fence, we had to hack through old and dying bushes. In some ways it was good that Bryce was out of work, because he basically took truckloads of green waste out to the dump every day. At the end, we were left with some stubborn stumps growing on the fence line. Bryce was patient...to a point. And then I believe his exact words were "I'm tired of screwing around with this stump. Don't worry. I was a Boy Scout."
Just a note? It didn't work. But, the fence guys were awesome and worked around it. I'd say the new one looks pretty nice!
It's been a rough summer in a lot of ways. I've been worried about my Dad, dealing with a new puppy, and then Bryce's company shut down and he lost his job. So, yeah, not the best. And then it had to rain like we were in the damn rain forest and our basement flooded. Ugh. Luckily, we were able to dry out the carpet and just replace the pad. But still. Not one of those things you'd expect in a Utah summer!
Remember how I said we were stupid for getting a puppy? Yep. We were. The first two weeks Cricket was home were the most challenging ever (including having new babies). People kept saying, "Oh, having a puppy is like having a new baby." And I kept saying, "Nope. My babies actually slept for 2-3 hours at a time." This little girl DID NOT. The only time she would sleep at night was if I laid right next to her crate. Then, someone at my work said just to put a puppy pad in the crate and let her be upset all night. So, Bryce and I set up an air mattress in the basement (it was the furthest away from our bedroom), and let her go all night. The next morning, I opened our bedroom door and was greeted with the WORST SMELL I'VE EVER SMELLED, Y'ALL. Cricket had basically pooped all over in the crate and then rolled around in it. That morning, I told Bryce something had to change or we had to take her back.
Enter Innovate K-9. They came and picked her up for five days. She came home for a weekend, and then was back for a week and a half.
BEST THING EVER.
She came home being okay with her crate (she will never love it, but she tolerates it), and a lot more low-key. It was life-saving. And I was able to see the other side and to actually enjoy having her in our home.