Friday, I spent most of the day working on organizing my art cabinet downstairs in the basement. It's nice to have a whole corner for all my creative stuff down there, and mom and I are planning to go to some thrift stores soon to search for an old wooden table I can paint so I can do craft projects on it.
Later in the evening, we drove to Washington, where dad works, to meet him for dinner. One of the drug reps was having a get-together for about 50 of the cardiology and pulmonary people from the hospital, so dad wanted to stop by and introduce us to a few people before we ate. Once we sat down, we decided to order dinner since we were already there. It was nice to get to meet dad's partner, Dr. Polizzi, and some of the other people he works with. They were all friendly and nice, and dad has said before that it's great to work with them because they're all so good at what they do.
Yesterday, mom woke me up to take pictures of Buckeye, who dad had taken out to the front yard to let him loose on the moles digging holes in the grass. He started digging away as soon as he caught their scent, and by the time I got out there, the hole was big enough for his whole head to fit through. :)
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| Digging! |
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| "I'm gonna get those moles!" :) |
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| Down... |
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| Down... |
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| Down! |
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| The aftermath |
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| No moles :( |
That afternoon, Ben headed off to Six Flags with the St. Johns, and mom, dad, and I headed to the post office, McAlister's for lunch, Petco, and Dierberg's. Dad and I later stopped at Bethesda, a local nursing home/care facility so I could ask about volunteering there. Mom and I took the dogs down to the basement to run them around for a little while to burn off some of their energy. It's kind of funny, but Momo can't handle stairs very well. I feel bad because he's afraid to go down them, but he needs to learn there's nothing to be afraid of. Before this house, the other two rentals we've stayed in since we've had him haven't had stairs he's had to go on. He can handle the carpeted ones up to the second floor now, and we even call him the "mountain goat" because whenever we go up, he climbs up with us, but he still whimpers and runs away when he tries to go down the wooden basement ones. Friday, I worked with him and finally got him to go up and down by himself, but yesterday he was back to being afraid, and only ended up going down when the other two did. He'll get it eventually. :)
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