A Non-Political Post and an Adrianna/Pupper Update For Everyone

Greetings and Salutations!
As stated at in the title:

So a bit different tonight. An update about Adrianna with some pictures. We’ve been in contact w/her BabyDaddy over the past few days as there’s some -other- things going on regarding the Grans, not that anything is bad… just ‘issues’ that we and OtherGranRents are working on. We regularly stay in contact anyways with BD, as she is our Gran, and we miss her terribly as you can well imagine…

Considering BD is doing faaaar better than ANY of us expected (to include y’all) and stepping up the way I had hoped he would, TBH I’m sort of proud of the guy. He’s finally growing the fuck up.

Took long enough that’s for damned sure.
And her?
OMFG…

That being said, well I leave it for y’all to judge for yourselves:

That’s the smile I miss and remember…

That and OMFG she’s getting BIG!!!!

Her arm now is fully healed as you can see. She had a green-stick fracture and a cast for a while that came from falling down on the way into the kid’s playground/park. It’s the same one we used to take her to. Seems she was running, and tripped, and she went flat-out like she was trying to fly like Superman, and her arm hit the edge of the curb. According to BD, she didn’t cry at all, and they took her to the ER when it started to get really bruised up/swollen, beyond the ‘normal kid wear n’tear’ so to speak.

And also, she’s still my Lil Goofball as I call her.
She’s developed quite the sense of humor according to BD.

We’re going to see her when/if we go to assist with the eviction of Miss Daisy’s unwanted guests. She talks to us on the fon regularly, and thank God remembers us, as her BD has made sure to show our pictures of us to her. Like I said, it took long enough, but the kid is finally getting his head together from what I can tell, and doing ALL the right things… (part of the issue I think with him was he had like ZERO positive MALE role models as he was growing up.) And as you can see, she’s getting fucking BIG and thankfully, outside of her size (that’s DumbCunts side, as Gretchen and her Ex are both Tall) she’s looking a LOT like her Dad, the BabyDaddy.

So we got THAT going for us.

The other update is on the Red Hot Chili Pupper:

Auntie Stella-The-Sausage-Princess has been such a good dog.

BEYOND Tolerant to be honest…

She’s -not- trying to ‘Mommy’ her, but still puts up with her shit, and doesn’t get overly mad nor aggressive. I’ve rarely had to say anything. A couple of ‘clomps’ of her jaws at the Pupper is usually enough to get Chili to chill out a bit. She hasn’t even really had to growl at the lil one either. What’s also cool is that on occasion, Stella will actually get in on the whole ‘pouncing-puppy-playtime’ as I call it without going all hyper-aggressive.

Stella just sort of sits there and takes it, and I reward her for it after her tolerating the pupper-abuse with some good chewies that she positively loves. They’re a 6 inch long rawhide that has some ‘chunks’ of some sort of fake-beef or something on them. Made in the US (no Chinesium poison treats allowed here) and she freaks out when I pull those out. The only issue I’ve had is that I have to feed Chili in her ‘den’ which is a travel cage I’m using to housebreak her with.

Stella is an inveterate chow hound of the First Degree.

No boundaries nor respect for other peoples food.
No food aggressiveness, as that would be a bad thing. Nope.

Just all food, ALL the food, regardless of -whos- plate it’s on, is meant to be Stellas, period, point blank, end of story. With the humans, she begs constantly. With the Gran, if the dish is left for too long (by Stella’s timetable of course) without being ‘properly addressed’, i.e. eaten, then by default said ‘abandoned plate’ is by rights, hers now.

Hence our need to make sure that the Nukular Redhead can’t be playing games at vittles-time. “You snooze, you lose” is Stell’s motto. Of course we also have to keep an eye on the Redhead as she has, albeit very rarely, in the far-past had palmed off something she doesn’t like to the Fattie-Boombalattie AKA Stella. It’s only been one or two times, over the past couple of years, so not too much of an issue, but nevertheless, standards must be maintained!!!

Stella also as you can imagine makes for a great pre-wash for the dishes. I know, I know, NOT a good thing in respect to keeping the ‘line drawn’ on the whole food thing. The ExWife is/was a professional dog trainer (one of the best in the state to be honest) and I know ‘the rules’ so to speak. I also know that hey, fuck it. They’re part of the family and cleaning off the plates after the fact (provided no onions or any other potentially dangerous “stuff” are on them) for me isn’t an issue.

I mean she does try to get ‘down to the paint’ so to speak.

So tonight’s post is a ‘happy family’ post.
I’m actually happier now than I was when I started this.
It’s really nice to realize that some things out there are still beautiful and cool and righteous. Stuff like this gives me hope yannow?

I thought we could use it after the non-stop negative-stupid since Saturday. It becomes like a grind after a while, so a nice happy-poast is what I thought we all needed. Too many doom-poasts and shit out there as of late, to include my own. Also, I will say I have a GREAT post I’m throwing up on the Substack this weekend. Totally neutral. A DotMil training related with a LOT of GREAT info/intel. I’ll probably cross reference it here, as it’s so chock full of info/instructions/intel. Stand by for that one either way.

So More Later
Big Country