Can't sleep. It's a killer combination of James leaving in the morning and not returning until Friday and a weird ball of emotions. I'm missing my boys. My canine boys.
We took Molly to the dog park at Shawnee Mission Park today. The last time we were there, we had 3 dogs. Neither James nor I were expecting those memories to smack us in the face, so, there's that. It was a great trip for Molly though. She loves running, playing and exploring. This trip was the most well-behaved she's been off leash yet; she'd run and then stop to watch us catch up or she'd come back and walk with us. Mo Mo truly has done a 180 in some aspects in the behavior department. The best part for her, and for us, was the lake. Girl looooooooves to swim.
Little Princess Molly even got to ride shotgun on the way home... She hasn't become spoiled at all.
It's hard building new memories with just one pup pup. I guess the moment that I'm having the most trouble with from today is when I had been walking backward talking to Jackson and I turned around right into the butt of a dog with fur JUST like Eddie's. Color. Texture. Length. My heart stopped. And then it broke again.
They were my kids. They'll always have a special place in this Momma's heart.
I needed this. ❤️
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