Julie The Grouch

As I sit here unwinding after a particularly stressful day I find my mind racing. In the bedroom above my head, I hear the pitter patter of little paws. Or, not so little paws. Banjo, the new puppy has been a source of daily joy and frustration. Much like a child, I suppose. So far I have lost a roll of paper towels, a part of one of Abby's games, one pair of shoes, and one slipper to this cute dog. 

He is very lucky I already love him. Also, can I just say he is weird? I've never met a dog that attacks snow and ice the way he does. It's like he wants to rid the world of snow and ice. He just eats it up and then stands there shaking because he's cold. Duh. 
Today was one of those days when I felt like I was yelling a lot. I hate when I do that. Honestly I do. I don't like being that person and usually I can rise above. Something about today made me lose my cool. When the hubby came home, we went for a walk around the block and I felt better. It's amazing how that works.
Well, it's time for me to shut this computer down and head to bed. Night all.