I'm a newly retired middle school teacher, which means I most likely need some kind of psychological evaluation. Instead, my DH brought me the cutest little guy ever!! He is teaching me to relax. Slow down. Smell the tree stumps.
His mom is a stray Chihuahua. Dad was a love 'em and leave 'em type. We're thinking he was some sort of terrier. Rudy weighed in at 2.7 pounds our first vet visit, and I'm hoping he stays little. He's brilliant, of course, as are both my children and all of my grandchildren.
Our kamikaze cardinal is back. Actually started beating himself into the living room window the day after I thought he had quit. Either the kids moved back in or the little woman is barefoot and pregnant and back in the nest. Shouldn't she be beating her head against the window too?