Anything for you, Love

Low key day filled with mundane routines and errands. Like taking my doggies to get their nails did. And by that, the dogs assume I'm taking them to have their little paws hacked off by a dull, rusty, butter knife. What I REALLY mean, is have a professional hold them down while another trims their eagle talons/dragon claws. My doggies are like my children (yes, I am well on my way to becoming the crazy dog lady who pushes all 127 dogs in a stroller across town in her favorite pair of leopard print heels- ok, bit of a tangent). But how can you not treat them like one of your kids? They are adorable, innocent creatures who love you unconditionally no matter what you do. Wearing sweats and haven't showered for 3 weeks? They love you, and probably like your stinky ass. Dressed up for a lovely night on the town? They think you are the most absolutely gorgeous creature. Just plain ugly? They love you anyways! Honestly, I can't imagine having kids because I couldn't possibly understand how I could love anything more than Elvis and Easter. Anyways, back to the outing. It wasn't nearly as traumatic as the dogs depict it to be. Elvis was up first. He cried the whole car ride to the vet, and then he continued to cry in the waiting room, and (what a surprise) he cried while we waited for the vet to come in and cut his nails. I lifted him on to the table and even the vet tech couldn't take his pathetic whimpering so she gave him a treat to shut him up. Finally! He wasn't crying! The golden silence didn't last long because I gave him a firm hug and the tech went to town on his talons....errr... paws. Actually, things went better than the times before because this time, he only cried. He didn't try to bite her face off.... like the last time.... Long story short, he survived. He gobbled down another treat and then it was Easter's turn. She's not nearly as bad as Elvis. She just gets really wiggly. I gave her a firm hug, the tech started, and Easter was still. She looked up at me with eyes that seemed to say "How could you betray me like this?". Pretty sure I saw a tear roll down, but I might have imagined that. In a flash, they were done! Yay!

After the extraordinary adventure to the vet, the doggies got to relax at home, while mom and I made our way out to Ft. Snelling Cemetery to visit with my dad. After visiting hours, we decided a little dinner was called for. Neither one of us were in the mood to cook, which at that moment, mom pulled a trusty gift card from her purse and smiled. "Applebees?", she asked. And that's where we headed. It was an enjoyable mother-daughter dinner. We were able to catch each other up on the daily goings-on of our lives. Oh, did I forget to mention that our waiter was from down under? That's right! Texas! No, he was Australian and had the cutest accent! He called the guys at the next table "Mate", on on more than one occasion, referred to me as "Love". I asked for some extra napkins and his response was, "Anything for you, Love". My mom and I giggled like little school girls. It was one of those cute moments that I want to remember- hence this blog. Low key day, but still memorable moments.