Jayme, I can't believe I missed those hilarious photos of Benson!!! Oh my goodness, they could be on the front of Greeting Cards, they are so funny, especially the one where the human hand is feeding him. LOL!!!
You know how much I love that boy of yours. Happy Belated Birthday Benson! I too can't believe he's 3. I remember you joining just before you brought him home. Wow. ♥
Richard, while I haven't been posting, I am sorry to hear about your wife. You are a good husband to plan to bring her contraband. I hope her recovery is swift. You are both so resilient, that I'm sure she'll be home in no time, after her next surgery. My Mum has had both of her hips replaced, and to look at her today, one would never know.
As for the flu, I had the stomach flu at the end of last week and through the beginning of this week. It was most unpleasant, but fortunately not that terrible strain that is landing folks in the hospital. Hopefully, I will have built up an immunity now. I wish sick people would just stay home! I certainly did. I lost a day somewhere this week as I was too sick to leave my room, but I am feeling 100% now.
Hopefully I lost some weight.
Nezza, I'm sorry to hear that you are ill now. Plenty of fluids and lots of rest.
Kian, poor Jackson! That must have been quite the set back for him. Fortunately he is in your care, and I know if anyone can mend that sort of experience quickly, it is you. I remember you mentioning you had visitors. I am at a bit of a loss as to why they would travel to a cold climate at the coldest time of year. I'm sure it was lovely to see the baby though, and yes, you have "house dogs" and it's their home!
My sister used to be like that when she would come home to a house that ALWAYS had dogs. I think her husband is essentially afraid of them (who is afraid of a Golden Retriever?!) and he has taught her boys to fear dogs. It's such a shame.
If the dog approached their son when he was about 2 or 3, my BIL would rush to the child and scoop him up as if something bad was about to happen. Even my Mum said something about being ridiculous to him and teaching the child to fear. I had the opposite trouble with Elliot as a youngster as he feared NO dog! One evening we were visiting a friend, who had another friend over with his old, unwell dog. Elliot kept wanting to go and pet the dog. He was only about 3 at the time. The second time I caught Elliot approaching, I gave him a "telling off" he never forgot, because it would NOT have been the dog's fault if Elliot lost his face. Ultimately I just went home.
(Slight tangent there...sorry).
I do pop on here as often as I can but I don't always post. I need to start participating more, but I just haven't had the time lately. Now that the holidays are out of the way, and we're settling back into a new routine, hopefully I'll have more time.