Jack and Newt are Friends and Life Goes on.

Well, it is official.  Jack the Dog and Newt the Cat are friends.  The two can now both be in the same room without trying to kill each other…most of the time.  It is still very much like a Tom and Jerry cartoon at the house, there is much chasing and trying to catch, but now it goes both ways.  Jack the Dog will chase Newt the Cat, then Newt will turn around and chase Jack.  This goes on most of the day.  Then, they nap very near each other, and sometimes there are sweet nose kisses.  They have become friends.

There is animal fur everywhere.  EVERYWHERE.  I vacuum the apartment everyday (Except Sunday, Sundays you must be quiet here in Germany.  You must also tolerate the occasional large fluff of dog fur floating past or landing on you as you sit in my home. Sorry, I am just following German rules for living.  No noise on Sunday).  I do not know how there can be SO MUCH fur, everywhere!  I may take up knitting, and just recycle all this fur. Just Kidding, that is disgusting.

We spent the past Sunday at my In Law’s home to celebrate Mother’s Day.  Both of Dirk’s Oma’s were there as well.  Mother’s Day is not my favorite day.  Don’t get me wrong, I am a proud Mama.  But, it’s a difficult day to celebrate since both my Mom and my Grandmas have all left this world.  This was also the first year that I did not have both my daughters together, or even on the same continent.  We still had a nice day, and a good meal. We were able to Face Time with Sierra.  It was a very rainy day, and that seemed to fit the mood for me.  I saw many posts on Face Book making reference to Mother’s who may not enjoy Mother’s Day, but my favorite was a blog post from Jenny Lawson, AKA The Bloggess.  She has a great way of telling it like it is. You can read it here.

So, here we are on Monday.  There is near peace in my household.  My oldest daughter is planning a trip to visit us here in Germany in January.  (She will be here to Celebrate Dirk’s 50th birthday!).  Dirk is at work, Cheyenne is at the Vet’s office and I am vacuuming the damn apartment again.  Life goes on.