So, I work from home...
Sounds great, right?
Well sometimes yes and sometimes, not so much.
I am thankful that I have a job, but it is no cake walk for sure.
I work alot hours, about 60 a week.
To battle the loneliness, we got Ginger about 3 years ago.
There are no flies on her. She knows what she wants.
The treat zone...
Top shelf is the milkbones(Ginger likes to kick her treats old school) and the occasional dentastix for those not so fresh days.
Sometimes I am busy. Ginger has a move to combat this. I call it the "cram your head under my arm move so I can't type move". It is usually pretty successful.
Then sometimes she just sits...and looks... I think now she is saying "Mommy just tell me, what is really in the garage? I'm hungry for a snack and a milkbone isn't gonna cut it."
We have decided to hold off on the formal introductions with Ginger and the chicks till they are a little bigger or atleast can't fit in her mouth with one gulp.