After lunch today, Ben took the dogs down to the workshop to carry on with the desk.
We quickly learned that taking Baker inside is something akin to bringing a wild jungle cat indoors. He was restless, listless, sniffing, plundering, knocking things over, whining. He won’t ever listen to commands when he gets like that, so I walked him back home.
But Chevy.
Chevy is our good dog. The best dog. He laid quietly a few feet away from Ben all afternoon long, watching his every move. I love this old hound.
Tonight we cooked what just might be Emily and Josh’s last dinner party as non-parents. She’s so dang pregnant and her doctor said she could have a baby at any moment. So we did a pre-emptive strike by having grilled pork tenderloin with a mushroom and apple au jus, roasted butternut squash with onions (that tasted exactly like Stockbridge), salad, garlic bread, and pumpkin pie.
Have I ever told y’all how thankful I am for our circle of friends? Without them, our life would be hollow and dull. I can’t believe that soon (this week?!) we’ll no longer be 7, but 8!
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