Happy Easter nom nom nom
We had a slow start to our day with most of the family more interested in napping than ham.
We did get around to our egg hunt. First the boys in the back yard. All went as smoothly as could be expected when there is a toddler boy involved. We came inside to setup Shelby's egg hunt. Vin helped me hide eggs for her and we went to let her in the house. We returned to find one baby brother holding an open egg, munching on a dog treat.
This didn't slow down Shelby who dove under furniture chasing rolling eggs.
Not my fault, man
One advantage of having two brothers running around the house is that Shelby no longer gets blamed for anything. We used to look at her suspiciously whenever something went missing. Can't find wedding ring? Stare at Shelby. Cant't find the remote? Stare at Shelby. She was never the culprit, but in these cases her undying devotion did not compensate for her lack of English skills.
Now that there are little boys getting into everything, Shelby is not the first suspect for anything anymore. I woke up this morning to find her chilling out in the middle if this toy apocalypse. I know she didn't do it. I don't even suspect her when I find chewed toys. That honor goes to the littlest boy, who is teething. We've seen him gnaw on the furniture, and even walk around the house with Shelby's chew antler in his mouth.
Mush! Mush I say!
Went out for a stroll and Shelby felt energetic enough to pull the stroller!
The Hazards of Christmas toys
We gave Vin these cool magnet building toys for Christmas and he and I both love building things with them. As for Mikey, he simply enjoys the bright colors and so these thing end up all over the house from the boys being boys.
The only drawback is for Shelby who will sometimes find her collar just a tad bit heavier.
Thanks so much for all your concern and well wishes for Shelby. Pug fans are just the nicest fans in the world :)
Shelby has been looking better with no additional medical attention needed. She's not slipping, and she feels well enough to want what you're having.
These are a couple if pics of her hanging out. One where she's putting up with Michael thinking her chew toys are his. And another where she was confused if the ridiculously hard bread I baked was actually food. (The birds decided it wasn't.)
On a side note, baking bread is not really my thing. :)