I get asked quite about "how I make it" with my husband gone so much. "I just don't know you do it", they'll say. I respond in a hows-the-weather sorta way, "Oh, it's not a big deal, I like having the place to myself. I keep myself busy by hanging out with friends and family. Plus, I have my dogs to keep me company". There's the kicker. The dogs. These two furry sweet hearted canine companions of mine make me feel safe when he's gone. Well, actually, only Batman does. Arwen just chills now. She handed over the security guard badge when Batman became of age. She figured, "well, the boy has this protective thing down pat, so I'm going to leave the responsibilities up to him so I can nap more." That's exactly what she does, too. Well, that and steal my shoe and sock. Yes, just one. She's a foot fetish or something. Batman is definitely the rent-a-cop of the Hill household. He checks the doors at night with me, and listens out for even the faintest of sounds. It's pretty scary when, in the middle of the night, I'm jarred from my sleep by his manic barking. It's usually just a cat fight (Robin and the stupid white cat I presume).
Now, when Brad is home, it's not so. The dogs sleep soundly in their beds which are situated in our bedroom. Some people may think this is strange, but it's natural for us. We love having them in the same room. But Batman does snore and fart in his sleep, it's funny at first then it's annoying. Okay, I am going somewhere I promise. Batman couldn't care less what's going on outside. He knows Daddy is home, so he is the one to take care of Momma. When Daddy is gone, it's all up to my knot-headed but handsome black labrador.
He's a handsome fellow. Weighing in around 85 pounds, standing tall enough to see his reflection in the bathroom mirror over the counter, and a beautiful glossy black coat. He has a distinct build to him, what my vet called the English Labrador. He has great bone structure and will likely never suffer from hip problems commonly associated with his breed. He's something else, let me tell ya.
One of Batman's common rituals happens at bedtime. I get in the bed, situate the covers like I want them and I say, "okay". He jumps on the bed and lies next to me with his front legs laying right on top of me as if to say, "she's mine, not yours." I scratch his head and give him kisses, telling him what a good handsome boy he is, then I tell him to "get on your bed" and he obeys. He'll stay there all night...only if Daddy is home, that is.
When Brad is gone, I give both pups their due attention and love, send them to their beds and I get situation in this bed of mine because I have it all to myself. WRONG! I have woken on many amornings with Arwen directly on my legs and Batman either curled up right beside me or sharing a pillow with his face directly in mine, sound asleep and snoring.
Lovely.
Right now there's a really gross amount of dog hair on my comforter (mostly black) and not much on their beds. When Brad is gone, I do more cleaning after them, if that makes any sense. I don't know how to break them of this because they do this after I'm fast asleep, but I don't think I'd want to. I do feel well protected AND loved. I do miss Brad when he's gone. It's really not all that easy when he travels, but it is worth it. He's doing a great work and I'm taken care of.
I think life is too short to try to keep your house spotless all the time. Let the dogs (or kitties) sleep with you and enjoy a little hair underneath your feet from time to time. I think it's good for you.
Now, when Brad is home, it's not so. The dogs sleep soundly in their beds which are situated in our bedroom. Some people may think this is strange, but it's natural for us. We love having them in the same room. But Batman does snore and fart in his sleep, it's funny at first then it's annoying. Okay, I am going somewhere I promise. Batman couldn't care less what's going on outside. He knows Daddy is home, so he is the one to take care of Momma. When Daddy is gone, it's all up to my knot-headed but handsome black labrador.
He's a handsome fellow. Weighing in around 85 pounds, standing tall enough to see his reflection in the bathroom mirror over the counter, and a beautiful glossy black coat. He has a distinct build to him, what my vet called the English Labrador. He has great bone structure and will likely never suffer from hip problems commonly associated with his breed. He's something else, let me tell ya.
One of Batman's common rituals happens at bedtime. I get in the bed, situate the covers like I want them and I say, "okay". He jumps on the bed and lies next to me with his front legs laying right on top of me as if to say, "she's mine, not yours." I scratch his head and give him kisses, telling him what a good handsome boy he is, then I tell him to "get on your bed" and he obeys. He'll stay there all night...only if Daddy is home, that is.
When Brad is gone, I give both pups their due attention and love, send them to their beds and I get situation in this bed of mine because I have it all to myself. WRONG! I have woken on many amornings with Arwen directly on my legs and Batman either curled up right beside me or sharing a pillow with his face directly in mine, sound asleep and snoring.
Lovely.
Right now there's a really gross amount of dog hair on my comforter (mostly black) and not much on their beds. When Brad is gone, I do more cleaning after them, if that makes any sense. I don't know how to break them of this because they do this after I'm fast asleep, but I don't think I'd want to. I do feel well protected AND loved. I do miss Brad when he's gone. It's really not all that easy when he travels, but it is worth it. He's doing a great work and I'm taken care of.
I think life is too short to try to keep your house spotless all the time. Let the dogs (or kitties) sleep with you and enjoy a little hair underneath your feet from time to time. I think it's good for you.
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