Muddy Paws and Dog Dumps

Chris' boss (Ed) lost his father last week and the funeral was this morning.  I wasn't too sure about going however, Ed and his wife Shirley are hilarious and awesome and have been great bosses to my husband.  Of course, the moment I get the funeral home I am holding back big tears..... losing my grandmother a few months back was fresher in my mind than I had realized.  Ed's dad was very involved in the local VFW, so all of his post homies were there in full garb to pay their respects.  Sidenote-- there is something very distinguished about American flags and uniforms at a funeral.  Bring on the goosebumps.

In true Ed form, he shared some funny stories about "Pa" before the conclusion of the ceremony.  As I sat there, I couldn't help but feel uplifted by the love in that room-- Ed's dad must have been a very special man and a kick ass grandpa (kind of like my Grandpa Charlie and Pepe).  Not a day goes by that I don't feel blessed to have grandparents in my life-- until recently I had all 4.  Now, just my dad's parents are alive.  I call Pepe and Grandma all the time to tell them how much they kick ass.

After the funeral, Kasia and I brought lunch to Chris (at work).  Having rained for the past few days, Chris' jobsite was a freakin' disaster.  Mud everywhere.  Kasia was like a pig in shit--  the second we got there, she jumped out of the car and took off for the house.  Additionally, she was having so much fun and light cardio that she took a monster dump by the dumpster.  Dumps by the dumpster.  Perfect.  By the time lunch break was over, her paws were COVERED in yuckies.  Bath time immediately followed, which she hated.

Chris says I have an unhealthy relationship with Kasia.  Is it weird that my dog is my bestest friend in the whole wide world?  We are a wolf pack.  Kasia + Jennie = friendship and bravery.  We tell eachother all of our secrets and hopes and dreams.  Plus, she never gets mad at me.  I wonder what is going to happen to Kasia once the baby comes?  Do you think she'll hate me?  Or, love me for giving her a baby brother?