06/02/2026
Ida is adamant that the house is haunted because someone pooped in her bed while she was sleeping, and she is certain it wasn't her. After I explained that it definitely wasn't me or Lemon because we were both in a meeting together, she informed me that it must have been a ghost. ๐ป๐ฉ
This weekend was our town's annual parade and festival, which always makes me think of Luda. The morning after he passed, I walked out my garden gate carrying Luda's earthly vessel only to find a street full of people laughing, dancing, and wearing flower costumes. It was not funny at the time. Looking back, though, it's incredibly funny, and every year the festival has become a bittersweet celebration of my boy. โค๏ธโ๐ฉน๐
Ida hates parades with a passion, and since she's still on activity restriction, I thought I'd drive the girls out of town for a pup cup and some fresh air. Unfortunately, I misjudged both the timing and the route home, and we accidentally got stuck behind a parade float and all the festival chaos.
Lemon was tickled pink. She is pretty certain this annual event is being held in her honor.๐ธ๐ผ๐๐ผ
Ida, however, was OVER IT. ๐ค
Honestly, Ida is over everything right now, especially her recovery plan. She. Is. Done. And she makes sure everyone knows it. At one point she was screaming, I was crying, and I started wondering if we'd somehow wandered into The Shining. We've got cabin fever bad. Or whatever you call it when you're forced to convince a very active, fiercely independent dog to spend eight weeks pretending she's a baby cow in a box being prepared for veal, and she hates it and you and life, and you are stuck with her in the box, and then a ghost poops in her bed. ๐
Meanwhile, Lemon absolutely loves that Ida can't bother her. She gets me, the people bed, and all the attention entirely to herself. ๐
Special thank you to Auntie for making Ida a Sour Lemon ๐ (and a Strawberry ๐) โค๏ธ