Bittersweet

This last week has been the pits. Just plain awful. We had to make a decision I swore I'd never make. And it was harder then I ever could have anticipated.

Y'all know we love our puppy babies. But for the past couple months due to schedule and job changes, it was making it really hard on them. Particularly Graham. Big dogs just don't do we'll in apartments we've decided. He was happy, but we both knew he could be happier. Steven tried to convince me to let him find a new family for graham. I was so mad, and said there was no way.

A few weeks went by and I started feeling like maybe he was right. That maybe there was another family who would be better for our big boy. We put him up for adoption, and not a half hour later a lady called about him.

She told us how her family had just lost their lab, and they felt a huge hole in their family. Talking to her we found out they have a huge fenced in yard and 5 boys from 3 to 15. And most importantly, they all loved dogs.

A few of the boys and their dad came to meet graham. Graham acted like they were his new best friends. The boys already loved him. They all felt like this was the dog for them. So they took him.

And I bawled all weekend.

The mom has been texting me this week. Sending pictures, telling me the things he's been up too, and continually thanking me for giving them the best dog ever. It's made it a lot easier. I know we made the right choice for all of us. Graham is having the time of his life.

It's like a wise old wizard once said, "sometimes we must make the choice between what is right, and what is easy."

It would have been easy to just keep him, and not worry about anything. But we love him too much for that.

Today the mom texted me this:
"Just FYI: My 5 year old in his prayer this morning said "thank you for Graham cracker to come to our family". He also said "Graham is better than washing my hands"... In referring to how he licks his hands clean... Just thought id share :)"

As hard as it was, we know he is happy. And being spoiled to death :)

stuff that happened last weekend..

Flynn got a haircut. or rather, a full-body buzz. He is so embarrassed. And we kinda are too.

My little sister decided she wanted to age another year, and turn 17 on Saturday. little does she know, that as soon as this year is over.... 18-21 {and possibly further, i wouldn't know yet} all kinda blend together. and before you know it, adulthood is smacking you in the face and you're and old married person going to bed at 9:30, and having to pay for things like interest on a mortgage. guh.

Steven talked me into riding along while he golfed with one of his buddies. Not gonna lie, the whole golfing thing never appealed to me. Trying to hit a ball into a tiny hole? boring. I'm more of a "smack-the-ball-as-hard-as-humanly-possible" kinda gal. The driving range is cool. or even better, hitting baseballs! yes. But playing nine holes.... bleh. no danke. So i sunbathed.

Can we talk about how amazing the weather was this weekend?? i kinda want to cry with joy. I almost forgot how much fun it is to be outside soaking up some vitamin D. We took our pups to a little park in Salt Lake where they can run and play with the the other dogs. Graham lovvved it. Flynn... was a little more hesistant. I think after three retrievers ganged up on him, he was a little freaked out. So he spent the rest of the outing refusing to be set down.

 

his tounge is gonna end up being three feet long, probably.

Lucky for us, we are only three days away from our next weekend. We are heading south again for a little sunshine and adventure :) I know, we are partyers. And it rocks.

cuteness overload with a touch of randoms

so tuesday was some maybe-but-more-likely-not-important jazz game. and luckily for me and the hubs, mama and papa collins decided to take us along. now, i've never really been one to sit down and watch sports. but hey, i'm all about free dinner and getting out on a weeknight. And it ended up being really intense until about the second over time. and my bladder couldn't take it anymore.

Elder Uchtdorf ended up being there! it's kinda fun living in utah sometimes. when it's not raining/snowing/hailing/blizzarding.

i've decided that using instagram to edit my photos has got to stop. gosh dang it, i know photoshop. and not using it is just sad. And after editing all these photos... im remembing how much i love it. now if only i could get my real camera to work...

Graham has been officially nicknamed "the poop machine." He is only 7 weeks old, so he is having a hard time grasping the potty training. We are definitely going to have to replace our carpet. If he weren't so darn cute, i would have already sentenced him to living in our backyard. curse you gray puppy-dog eyes.

Tax season is OVER. now instead of trying to not punch someone in the face, i'm just fighting to stay awake. hmm. maybe it's time i start looking for a new job.

ok, so no offense, but what is the deal with Adele? I get that's she's amazing and blah blah but does she have to take up 5 of my 6 radio stations?? And every other song on Pandora? If i hear about settin fire to rain one more time.... i might cry.

Graham

So we may have done something a little crazy. We wanted Flynn to have a buddy. So we went and got ourselves another poop machine. But it's so worth it. This is our new little boxador, Graham

What can we say? We love our puppies. In case you didn't notice.