It’s been a long, long time since my last Wonderful Wednesday.
I’m hoping I don’t have to send back my membership card just yet. I think my excuse of a puppy running rampant around my house is a good one though.
I have quite a bit of wonderful to chat about, so let’s get straight into it.
My Bonny Bears.
Also know as: the Mother-In-Law makes her owns bears – and rabbits, badgers, elephants and one time, a banana – which I think are really great and that some of you might like too. She even has her own Instagram account, that’s how hip my MIL is.
This deserves a spot of wonderful all to itself.
Delicious, gooey, chocolate-y mug cake. With custard.
Comfort food at its finest.
Also Birds custard powder: vegan. Win.
Finding my (furry) feet.
Dare I say it, but I think I might have got to grips with this whole puppyhood thing. Until I broke my foot at least.
But prior to that, there were a few mornings where I woke up and didn’t feel like I was neck-deep in unrealistic expectations and questionable advice from the internet, and that I might just have a handle on raising a dog. Just.
Now, I’m a little scuppered with the foot thing, but there’s still plenty of things to work on in the house, and it gives Kris plenty of opportunity to work with Moxster for a change.
Still, I’m impatient to get moving and training again. Can’t have my little lady’s standards slipping, we wouldn’t want to embarrass ourselves at the dog school.
More pet talk. My little Chopster is doing fantastic. A while back, I mentioned that he’d developed testicular cancer and after a lot of thought, I decided to book him in for surgery to have them removed. Since he’s in such good health, despite being over two years old, there was a really good chance that he’d do great with the surgery and removing his testicles would cure him of the cancer too.
He had his surgery last month and he’s been right as rain ever since. He’s back to his chirpy self. He gets up earlier, runs in his wheel more, has stopped drinking so much and just looks pretty damn sexy again. Even his hair has thickened up and gone back to being a nice even black instead of looking a bit washed out and brown. I was genuinely shocked at how much difference the surgery made to him, if I’m being completely honest. I should have done it sooner.
Shockingly, he also lost 20g in weight after the tumour was removed as it had also grown up into his abdomen as well as outside his body. He recovered amazingly from the surgery and took his antibiotics and painkillers like the champ that he is.
I couldn’t be happier, and I’m looking forward to many more happy times with my main man.
Jolly good weather.
It’s Spring and the weather has been (mostly) gorgeous. Damn, I love spring time.
The return of the mojo.
My mojo has taken a serious beating with puppyhood. All mojos, not even just my blogging one. My reading mojo, my photography mojo, my sleep mojo, just my mojo mojo, they were all too exhausted and stressed to the edge of sanity but now they are making a come back.
In the last few weeks I’ve picked up my camera again, I’ve lost myself in a book for a few hours, I’ve cooked something that wasn’t instant noodles, crackers and cheese or a mug cake (none of which really constitute cooking).
It feels good to mojo my way through my day again.
Other mojos still to return include: the smoothie making mojo, the keeping my house clean mojo and the self-confidence mojo. But we’re getting there. In fact, I’m going to make a smoothie for breakfast tomorrow. Those bananas won’t eat themselves.
Not instant noodles.
I could be embarrassed about the number of times I have eaten instant noodles for lunch or dinner in the last month or so, but that doesn’t really scream strong, independent woman. It’s better to embrace it and move on.
With the return of the cooking mojo, we’ve actually enjoyed plenty of other tasty things like: this sweet and sour tofu recipe (many times), lots of vegan cheese, mac and cheese, spaghetti Bolognese (comfort food has been a bit of a theme lately), leftover pumpkin soup from the freezer and plenty of pasta. Pasta has kept us fed and warm on many occasion lately.
Isn’t it nice when people are just friendly? Apparently owning a dog makes you infinitely more likely to be spoken to by strangers, especially in Belgium. Usually, as just a person I would be nice and invisible, these days as a person plus dog I’m still sort of invisible but they sure like to talk to my dog a lot, then sometimes they notice I am there too.
And some of the people have been quite nice. I’ve actually had a nice time talking to people and being a bit sociable. Shocking, I know.
We’ve made some friends at the dog school, people who are even willing to do a little translation for us to help with the classes. We’ve met an old couple who invited my into their home for tea on morning as I went by their house (we have met before in the park, so it wasn’t too unexpected), and then there’s the one time chit-chats too which I’ve also enjoyed.
Oh and I can’t forget the tweets and messages from people checking in to make sure I wasn’t dead. That’s always appreciated.
I think that’s everything for now. There is more, but I really want to go to bed and read my book so I’ll leave it at this. Happy midweek to one and all! Share your wonderful in the comments below!
Don’t forget to check out all the other Wonderful Wednesday-ers starting with the inspiration Sally, and then the rest of us raggedy bunch: Kate, Helen, Jo, Cat, Michelle, Emma, Sam, Laura, Peta, Sarah, Jasmin, Eleanor, Mimmi, Isabelle, Martina, Lynsey & another Sarah!