I thought I would share a few more pictures from DD's dance Saturday night. They had such a fun time. This is part of their little group that stayed on one side of the gym and had fun. There were about 8 people in their group. The rest of the kids stayed on the other side of the gym and sat at tables. They danced a few slow dances but nothing else. I would have been one of those kids on the other side of the gym but these kids just won't bother to go if they aren't going to dance the night away. They never played the YMCA song, yet they were doing it in this picture.
They must have never sat down the entire evening. They also love pictures.
Last year at this time I was playing mommy to these cute little fellows. My dog had gotten pregnant when I accidentally left her outside a few extra minutes.(she was fixed after giving birth) She was NOT meant to have puppies. She gave birth to the first one here at home, grabbed it by the head and tried to shake it to death and then tried to bury it under some clothes. She refused to have any more after SH and I rescued the first one and brought it back to life so after about 5 hours of trying we took her to the vet who forced her to give birth. The vet wanted us to let her have them and make her take care of them herself. The vet was wrong and even she was shocked when my dog tried to kill each puppy as it was born. Needless to say these puppies were bottle fed and washed by hand every few hours. I did, after a few days, get my dog to calm down enough to let me hold the puppies up to her to feed a few minutes at a time. She shook and cried the entire time until they got to be about 3 weeks old and then I think she realized it felt better to let them get that milk out of her. She never actually liked them until they were much older.
My poor dog was very confused during this time. She knew she was supposed to be taking care of something but she was NOT going to let these squirmy little whimpering things near her, so when I would leave she would round up all of the old dirty shoes she could find and made a nest on the loveseat with them. She also rounded up cordless phones. Whenever I came home I had to dig the phones out of her nest. This was her feeding pillow and the ONLY place she would allow me to hold puppies up to her to get a drink.
Finally when the puppies were about 6 weeks old the vet said she was ready to be fixed and I needed to make sure the puppies were all weaned. Then my dog decided these were her babies and there was NO WAY she was weaning them until she was ready. I put them in the kitchen with a board across the entrance so she couldn't get to them and she would jump it just to feed them....these same puppies she tried to kill. Eventually we had her fixed anyway and now she just lays around gaining weight and begging for scraps....kinda like me.