After a full week of working 14 hour days, husband left in the wee hours of Saturday morning for training in the ever-mysterious "field." He is beyond excited to run around playing a really intense game of lazer tag (I kid, kinda, a little bit) with his friends for six nights and seven days. I'm beyond miserable. What with our post being in the process of shutting down, this place already feels like a ghost town and I dread feeling even more alone than I already do. Plus, it's no fun taking out the trash myself. That is not my chore, I tell you!
It doesn't help that this short goodbye brings back all too vivid memories of the other, longer, more awful ones. It also doesn't help that I know without a doubt that this won't be the last goodbye by a longshot.
There is one good thing about this week. And his name is Barnaby Rockjaw Kindred. And he is our new bunny. And, oh, is he precious!
At first Brinks was confused. He growled with disdain, thinking he was being replaced. Am I not cute enough, Mom?? he whined, sadly.
But then we told him: "But Brinksy, don't you see? This is your pet." And after some intense sniffing from both parties involved, Brinks licked Barnaby square on the nose, and now they're best of friends. For real.
Kyle approves of Barnaby as well. Mostly because he picked the middle name. But also because Barnaby (who is two years old) comes to us pre-litter trained, and his food is cheap. And maybe a little because he's fluffy and cute, but don't tell him I said so.
Barnaby and I are thick as thieves. This little guy knows full well who gives him his foodstuffs. Plus, he's fluffy. Just in case you didn't notice. I mean, with all this puppy/bunny cuteness going on, maybe I'll even survive until Friday.