Fluffy the three-headed dog

Fluffy relaxes

Okay, so Otis didn't grow two new heads, but he did go to the groomer for a bath and a brush-out this morning. He's so fluffy and cute...not to mention he smells good again. I don't know what he got into that had him smelling so terribly rotten, but I'm glad the odor is gone. In other Otis news, we got him a new toy this weekend- a food cube. It is a big blue die that you fill with kibble. The inside is like a maze, so they have to bat the cube around to get the food out. Otis hasn't quite figured out what to do, but he's been completely occupied trying to figure it out since Saturday afternoon. He just keeps trying to get inside the cube to the food as opposed to realizing that he can get it out. It's great fun for the whole family.

Otis as "The Flash"

Aside from canine parenting, M and I had a very busy weekend around the house and around town. We ran a few errands on Saturday- including ordering a rocking chair for S's room. It should be here in about six weeks. We took Otis with us to run errands, so he's been very happy with all the recent car rides. We also went to the neighborhood Halloween party Saturday night (as Britney Spears and K. Fed). I put approximately zero effort into my costume and it was obvious. I didn't care then, and I don't care now. Preggers in a Halloween costume is not my idea of a good time. Yesterday, M spent the morning in the yard, cutting back the hostas for winter and mulching the leaves. It took a long time. Then we played "musical rooms." There is a room off our kitchen that has served as a den/office, and the dining room was around the corner off the living room. The dining room was substantially smaller than the den, and with our new bigger table and chairs and the buffet, it was becoming very difficult to get around the table, let alone sit at the table. We decided to switch the rooms out. It didn't sound like it would be a massive undertaking, but it turned out to be. The house is pretty much in shambles at this point, but it's getting there, and I'll post pictures as soon as it looks a bit less like a war zone. I was mostly proud of myself for helping get the extra couch up the stairs. I felt like pregnant She-Ra. We also took S's furniture from the garage into her room, so her room is getting there, too. It's all starting to come together around here.

Our front door