A Photo Menagerie of one of the Worst Weeks This Year

The last two weeks have been mostly exhausting for a variety of reasons. Murders in DC seem to be hitting closer to home, and suddenly not feeling safe in the city is weighing on my mind. The corgi rescue has been pretty demanding as well. We’ve had to start saying no to some surrenders. I miss when life was simpler, and just real estate and kids. Of course, this is payback I’m sure, for all those years in my 20’s when I was underemployed and bored all the time.

Instead of lamenting all the woes, a menagerie of pictures would tell a better story.

There was the Dachtoberfest event, where the corgis were special guests.

And then there was a Million Corgi March. My Piper made the news! Of course, with this tongue, how could she not…

Unfortunately Piper wasn’t a fan of the marching part. We had to eject Chubs from her stroller to let Piper hitch a ride. Also unfortunately, this was a fun corgi event, and people took it to extremes on Instagram, harassing the hosts for not taking a political stand.

People, get a life.

Then we had a day off, thanks I guess to Christopher Columbus and his massacre of the Native Americans. The girls and I went out for some fun.

Then several bad things happened.

Chubs got sick. (Not from that cake.)

Chub’s teacher’s husband was murdered in a carjacking in DC.

An adopter with extensive humane society experience adopted one of our skittish nippy little corgis and then decided to euthanize her on Day 4. For growling when the adopter tried to put the harness on her. When the harness had been on for 10 straight weeks prior and the adopter was told not to take it off of her because she has neck issues thanks to someone who thought a choke collar was a good idea.

I flipped my lid. This is a GOOD DOG. She just doesn’t like to be startled. That’s all. Once you know that, and that she doesn’t like excessive petting or cuddling, you can co-habitate peacefully. She’s more like….a cat.

Anyway, to prevent said adopter from euthanizing, I had to put poor Chubs with a horrible cold/strep, into the car and drive all day to get the dog.

We weren’t the only ones having a bad week. When I walked the girls to school on Friday, the crossing guard was in a full on standoff with a car that refused to heed her instructions to stop. She stood in the middle of the intersection staring him down. It was really impressive.

Then we left town for the weekend. It was a welcome break to get out of dodge for a while.

There we were, on the Rehoboth Beach Boardwalk, letting the girls eat ice cream before calling it a night. Along came a pack of nuns out of nowhere. They were quite enamored with the girls. Probably because they don’t have to live with them.

M started coughing and trying to convince us it was her turn to stay home from school with a cold. I said, “Sounds like maybe you caught Chubs’s cold.”

To which Chubs said, “NOOOO, BECAUSE I STILL HAVE MY COLD!”

Can’t argue with her there.