Spence and I spent our entire weekend moving one guest room's furniture to the newly renovated basement guest room and the other guest room's furniture to the storage space currently known as the center of our living room all in an effort to get the nursery done. With friends coming in later this month and a lot of travel between now and the due date we knew we needed to start getting things ready.
After priming and painting the nursery, Spence spent most of his time putting furniture together or moving it from one room to another while I painted the jungle-themed nursery walls. We took lots of pictures and when we are totally finished (hopefully this week) we will post them.
This post, however, is to let you know what we did for the duration of the only time we left the house outside of church on Sunday.
As we looked at what was formerly our living room and now looked like somekind of warehouse or shipping yard we realized that a LOT of cardboard packaging goes into boxing up baby furniture. After unloading the crib, glider, shelves, and dresser, we had Spence's truck bed filled with giant card board boxes. We loaded up the dogs to take the recycling to the park dumpsters so we could let the pooches run while we worked since they hadn't had much quality time this weekend.
Spence must have heard me yelling from the sandy beach next to the river where I had taken the dogs because he came running from where he had been loading the bins full of cardboard.
"JUDAH!!! NO!!! Judah come here now!" My faint attempt at whistling hadn't worked to detur our husky from deadbolting toward a rogue goose that had made it to the beach alone. Sadie stayed right on my heels like usual as I ran down the beach screaming at Judah to stop it and come back. As I passed a couple of guys fishing I tried to laugh with them but I really wanted to cry or freak out or both.
Within an instant Judah had gone from romping with Sadie in the sand and water to visualizing the goose, sighting it in, and sprinting toward it's neck with his mouth wide open. In hindsight, it woudl have been easier explaining to the game warden why our husky had murdered a goose in cold blood. Instead, we spent the next hour chasing Judah who was chasing the goose.
About a mile or more down river Judah gave up. The goose narrowly escaped several attempts of re-approaching land where Judah would catch up again but then it woudl just hop back into the water and look back at his super sweet doggy paddle as if to say, "Seriously, I could just fly away and make this easy on both of us but this is hilarious!"
It took Judah well over an hour to figure out that he would now have to swim back across the river in order to get to us and go home.
I am glad that he is back home, proud of Spence for not killing him, and convinced that the goose had overheard me talking about how I woudl run them over if they got in front of my car one more time on my way to work.
I hate geese.
