Table for Eight

Even Harriet-the-dog threw up this weekend. What the what? Well, if there's anything positive about having the flu, it's having it over a weekend--so you can truly REST from your work/school/etc. Right? Uh, sure. Poor Bam, Dave, Zu and even Harriet-the-dog each caught a weird cold/flu-type thing that had them "down for the count" this weekend. It was awful. I was teasing Dave, but I'm not sure if it's worse to be the one with the flu--or the mom to the ones with the flu. Eeek! (We're talking a lot of laundry and disinfectant. If you're picking up what I'm layin' down.) Hopefully they will be on the mend here soon. And hopefully, the remaining non-flu family members have used enough Purell to keep us germ-free. Crossing my fingers. Hope your weekend was 'smarvelous. ***** PS: Booo. BYU lost this weekend. (Yay if you are a Ute fan--Liz B.) PPS: Not that it's a big deal in the Big Picture, but I did deactivate ...

Sweet Harriet. So, I mentioned in my last post that we'd added a new puppy to our home. What I failed to mention-- in my effort to be the eternal optimist --is that Harriet, our family pet for the last 5 years, did not exactly LOVE our new puppy. In fact, anytime they were in a room together, there was chaos, barking, growling ... and even biting. We'd been managing the last few days by keeping the dogs entirely separate from one another. And we'd hoped that over time their interactions would improve, and eventually the two dogs would become good friends. Right?   Well, that's what we were hoping ...  until we took Jessie to the vet on Thursday and he told us, "It's unlikely for two female dogs to ever get along when one is a small alpha and the other is a large alpha. He added that it was more complicated because Harriet had occupied the home alone for several years. He said the fighting would continue until the bigger dog "couldn...