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Monday, November 10, 2014
Another case of the Mondays.
Beatrix might be the world's best dog. I know everyone feels that way about their dogs, but this sweet little puppy is objectively amazing. DOESN'T CHEW anything but her chew toys. SLEEPS 23 hours a day. LOVES the children and DOESN'T MAUL Dorothy even when she is wearing lunch on her dress and shit in her pants. ONLY PEES OUTSIDE-- most of the time. She really can't resist carpet, but if she just stays in the main room, everything is great.
Beatrix and Dorothy have both figured out their places in the pecking order. For awhile they weren't sure, but now they both understand that Beatrix is a dog with limited privileges and Dorothy is a spoiled little person with free reign of everything. So, at least that's settled.
Cooper is HUGE. He is a 4T these days and maybe rushing the reason in his Grinch sweater, but it is just so cute. He told his teacher that his sweater was mean, and she reminded him that the Grinch's heart grew really big, and Cooper was really confused. His takeaway was that the Grinch was a baby.
Dorothy, admiring her random tower.
And gently dismantling it.
OMG. I tried to cook the egg gunk off the bottom of my skillet this morning, only I forgot that I also added baking soda to the pan, and boom! A science experiment right there on my burner.
Dorothy climbed on the table to help grade my online class. Such a giver, that one.