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BFFs

From what we can tell Maggie and Sydney’s relationship is progressing nicely. Just this afternoon Sydney swiped a wooden puzzle piece and worked on it in a very super sleuth type of way. On one hand, I was proud of her, but on the other hand I really liked the puzzle before she got her paws on it.

I personally think that Sydney has discovered that Maggie is a new source of food for her to tap into and so Sydney tolerates tons of pinches and squeezes. Maggie has been known to intentionally drop a few pieces of food off her high chair just to make sure Syd is down there.

And Sydney is almost always hovering near the high chair once it gets moved into position. They’ve struck a deal, it seems: Maggie gets to poke Sydney while she relaxes in her crate and Sydney gets to swipe pieces of food and toys as frequently as she likes.

When they’re both tuckered out, Syd will retreat to an out of reach area and take a snooze and Maggie will search out something else to poke and squeeze….or twirl.

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Almost Snowed In

Maggie and I headed up to Anacortes yesterday to spend the day with my mom because her schedule opened up. Plus, we had some other people we wanted to see too. As we fell asleep last night there were a few flakes of snow falling from the sky, but when we woke up there was a heavy blanket covering all that we could see.

We were not prepared for the buckets of snow that arrived at my parent’s door, but luckily they had us covered and I was able to rock some snow pants from 1970. We spent the morning walking out to get the paper with the dogs zig zagging between us and walking in the 8 inches of billowy white. After obsessing over what Mother Nature was going to do next,  I opted to attempt to get home before everything froze and we’d become permanent fixtures at Camp Janet.

Although I’m certain that my parents would have loved to have us logging some hours around their toasty wood stove, it was nice to safely arrive home this afternoon. Plus, I missed Barry and he missed us. Maggie had a MAJOR party when she saw him, it was all sorts of cute.

Tomorrow when we wake up to another blanket of white, I’ll be a bit sad that my dad doesn’t get to go get Maggie when she wakes up and carry her downstairs full of bed-head or that my mom doesn’t get to practice playing the piano with Mags on her lap. Maybe I’ll feel a tinge of sadness because I’m like that, a bit nostalgic, but then I’ll remember that I’m home, sweet, home!!