Now that Soldier Son is settled into his new home and has internet, I’ll be more likely to just post some random news about home. After he kept ignoring my bombardment of questions via e-mail, he finally had pity on his poor nosy mom and told me to get on AIM so we could chat. I like to know what’s going on with my sons. I NEED to know. When they were in school, I couldn’t WAIT until they got home so I could find out what went on in their little lives that day. It’s not that I don’t have a life (it just sounds that way). I just wanted to experience their day with them, rejoice in their accomplishments, make them feel better about any rough spots.
The house once again has buzzed hair shavings in the bathroom sink, smells of food cooking at all hours of the day, and the sound of bad TV shows (namely Family Guy and Sponge Bob) emanating from the tube. Yes, our J came home yesterday. And I’m not going to complain one bit about his messes. He’ll be leaving for Europe in a couple of short weeks, and we won’t get to see him for a while. Poor thing came home with a bug though. He spent part of last night throwing up the steak dinner we had. He feels a little better today but still has a slight fever.
Pup fell in the pool yesterday. We used to be afraid to let her inside the fenced area where the pool is because we used to think she would jump in the pool and maybe scratch and ruin our vinyl liner. Not to worry. When we first let her in, she wouldn’t even get close to the pool. She would walk around it as close to the fence and as far from the pool as she could get. Eventually, she felt comfortable enough to run around the pool on the concrete area and just hang out with us, but we were convinced she would never actually willingly get into the water. She was happy just licking the chlorine water off our legs or from the pavement. She’s a boxer. Boxers are runners, not swimmers.
Anyway, Big Daddy and Youngest Son were tossing the cloth pool balls and pool frisbee around. I was on the chaise lounge, sunning and watching them because they throw those damn things pretty hard and even though they’re cloth, they’re full of water and sting when they hit you. Sky was all excited, thinking they were playing doggie in the middle, and was running from one end of the pool to the other. When the frisbee flew close to the side, pup jumped up to get it and…big brown dog was in the water! I didn’t see her head go under, but Big Daddy assured us that it did. I just saw her funny little face after she came back up, looking shocked and scared, and her little paws flailing furiously doing an instinctive doggie paddle. Big Daddy yelled, “Get her out,” and Youngest Son scooped her up in his arms and gingerly carried her to the edge so she wouldn’t scratch the liner, her paws still flailing.
Every time I think of her little boxer face in the pool, I can’t help but laugh. She was strangely well-behaved and extra affectionate all night after that episode.