Lexi is still adorable and still a pain in my ass.

I’m a bit of a chicken-baby. I’ll explain the term “chicken-baby” for those who are new. A chicken is scared, right? Well, a chicken-baby is super scared. That’s where I come in. Oh crap. My brain just supplied an alternate view. Maybe a chicken-baby hasn’t grown into its fear yet, and the chicken is more afraid than the chicken-baby!!! Well, SHUT UP, BRAIN!! I refuse to change my naming convention. I’ve been using the term chicken-baby for two freaking decades and not ONCE have you ever raised a complaint. So, you know what? SHUT IT! We are sticking with chicken-baby. (NOTE: UD is a great resource. I’m not trying to hate on it, but it has chicken-baby all messed up. They are wrong. Do not use the UD definition for chicken-baby. And also, I do not eat KFC chicken.) Anyway, Matthew takes advantage of this fact and likes to wait until it’s dark in an unfamiliar location and look off into the distance behind me as if he sees something that might be alarming. Then, he’ll look back at me and continue with our conversation or whatever and I’ll be left going, “WHAT? Is there someone back there? Something? Should we be running? Should we be preparing for some sort of attack? I’ll unconsciously begin flexing my legs to prepare for flight. It’s my go to reaction. Fight is for Bad Asses. Flight is for Chicken-Babies. The next morning, depending on how long Matthew played his little joke on me, I’ll often have some tightness in my “RUN AWAY” muscles. He has also apparently taught this little fun activity to Lexi so that she could do this to me while he was out of town. Guess when a chicken-baby is more scared? When the chicken-baby is down a family member. Lexi and I were downstairs in the dark house. It was very late, and the kids were asleep. Lexi decided it was game time. She began flicking glances to the dark staircase. Then she would flick a glance to the dark screen porch over my other shoulder. By the time she was done with me, I was a complete wreck. So, well-played, Matthew. Also, well-played, Lexi.

Today was a great day to be Lexi Dog Scott.

Today we took Lexi to Panera with us and she scoured the sidewalk for foodstuffs while we ate our breakfast. Though she didn’t find any traditional breakfast items to enjoy, she helped herself to a discarded piece of gum and chewed that baby as if she’d been chewing gum for years. To say I was slightly disgusted is a bit of an understatement, but Matthew waded in and extracted it and, after Purelling his hands, returned to his breakfast with no signs of a gag reflex or even a hint of distaste. Curiously, Anna was very anxious to learn the flavor of the gum Lexi had chosen though none of the rest of us thought this was important. Thankfully, we were able to finish the rest of our breakfast without further incident. After breakfast, Matthew took Lexi to Deep Run Park while the kids had their tennis lessons. Apparently she was a little intimidated by all the dogs there as she kept her tail firmly planted between her legs during each encounter. She was so tired after the long session of exercise that she crawled into the backseat, turned her back on Matthew and fell into a nice, deep sleep on the way back to pick us up. She rested up during the midday hours as we had prepared her for our afternoon outing with some new canine friends who would introduce her to their local creek. She had a lot of fun with her new friends in and out of the creek.

In the creek:

Out of the creek (and Lexi jumps over her new friend at the end of this one):

To get rid of the tick hitchhikers that we knew had almost certainly grabbed a spot or two on their new host while Lexi played around this afternoon, we gave Lexi a bath when we got home. She didn’t like this water activity anywhere near as much as she liked the previous one.


IMG_1038As you can see, she was NOT pleased! She made one nice escape attempt but we quickly shut her down. Now, she’s all tucked up in her dog bed sleeping very soundly, and I don’t expect to see her raise her head for hours. It was the perfect dog day.

Isn’t it the wrong time of year for colds/viruses?

Allergies? Sure! But colds/viruses? I didn’t think so. Yet, Anna’s got something, and I haven’t felt right for days. JT and Matthew have been sniffling and sneezing and having an argument with their bodies where they insist that breathing is not an optional activity, but their bodies aren’t so much with the breathing freely. Boo to all that! This is the time of the year I love, baby! I’m ready to get outside and play.

Dear colds and/or viruses and/or allergies,

Please leave us at your earliest convenience now. We’ve got things to do, people to see, problems to solve, worlds to conquer.


The Scotts

We got distracted halfway through our grass angel.

Lexi and I tried to execute a grass angel then got distracted by the sky and may have snoozed for a moment or two.

Incomplete Grass Angel
Incomplete Grass Angel
What Distracted Us
What Distracted Us

Apparently, Matthew’s very long and arduous weekend of putting mulch down exhausted Lexi as she took a long snooze in the glider. I think it’s safe to say the dog is spoiled rotten. I sat and watched her for a bit and the breeze gently rocked the glider while she slept. I honestly envied her at that point. Thank goodness for the pillow. Otherwise these sleeping conditions hinge on barbaric for the poor girl.


Day trippers

Why we elected to take a 5-month old, teething puppy on a day trip is a bit of a mystery to me, but we did. Perhaps the little green dudes paid us a visit last night and performed a partial lobotomy after the probe procedure, and there’s an obvious upside to that as I don’t remember the probe procedure, so huzzah! Regardless of the reason, the trip was a surprising success, and all parties are now home and everyone is still speaking to each other. So, we will never repeat this again because why mess with a good thing?