10/12/25

 Happy 14 th birthday to Ferguson. Turd Ferguson! We got him and he weighed 2.4 pounds. He was jet black. He is the little dog that made me fall in love with ( and gain and understanding of) chihuahua’s.

14 years young, a cataract, and only a handful of teeth left. He was the messiest puppy. He was difficult to potty train, but always first at this stage to go out and get his business done.

He sits under the chair and will pop out, to “bite” the other dogs when they walk by, earning him the title of “chair troll.”

He is the sweetest rotten dog. He bites Moe all the time (but lack of teeth makes these bites ridiculous attempts).

He is our introverted dog. He likes (even though he bites) his dog siblings. He just prefers to be in his crate and minding his own business until he decides to mind someone else’s business.  He enjoys his  walks and he still runs around like a dingbat. He quietly likes a neck massage.

My little bat dog. A little grey around the muzzle now. Experienced at being a good dog.

We came home from camping and started unloading things. I am packing things away, washing everything up. Making lists for next season.

I made multiple trips back and forth. Started putting things away. My sciatic started to throb as the day went on. Time to stop and take a hot shower.

I packed my things for my trip to Alabama. My biggest worry is that things will not go smoothly due to the government shut down. 

I am only taking one bag that I can tuck under my seat. It is supposed to be in the 80’s. Yay!

Avery went to Toronto to see a band this weekend and made it back safely. She is living the dream. She is on break right now and scrambled all last week to turn things in for grades.

Ethan said he relaxed all weekend. He was happy to have Jiminy back home. That little pup has not left Ethan’s side since we got home. 

Off to bed early so I can zoom off to the airport bright and early.