I finally had a good weekend

Not that I've had bad weekends per se, but I've been working so much lately, including on the weekends.  This weekend my husband and I dropped the dogs off for their first stay at a dog hotel, and headed off on our motorcycles for a wedding brunch and then camping on the coast with his parents.  The coast was beautiful, and I'm excited to know that motorcycle camping is not only doable, it's easy!  It makes me feel good that if we aren't able to start a family, we'll still have good times together.

We returned home yesterday to a very quiet house, since only the two cats stayed home.  Well, I should say when we returned home it WASN'T that quiet, since I opened the door and heard water running and just about freaked out.  Luckily, it wasn't a leak, but the kitchen faucet was running full blast.  Apparently one of the cats has figured out how to turn it on.  In the middle of a drought.  So now we have to dog-proof AND cat-proof.

My husband worried quite a bit about our older dog, Lola.  She's almost a year old, so she's not really older, but she seems to have had a traumatic time before we adopted her from the shelter, and when she gets scared, she won't eat or play or do anything really.  He thought she might be traumatized by being in a shelter-like environment, but both dogs were super happy when we picked them up.  Their report cards said that Lola was a sweetheart and spent a lot of time just hanging out with the people or relaxing during playgroup.  Apollo, our 7-month-old, had to have a time-out because he was harassing other dogs.  I'm not sure if he was humping them or just being annoying, but he can get very exuberant at playtime.  He's not aggressive or mean, he just REALLY wants to play.  A bonus was that they slept all night out in the sunroom, so we got a good night's sleep.

In other news, I feel like I might actually be ovulating right now.  Maybe.  I had a dream the other night that I was pregnant (with a girl, btw, and I was disappointed, but I don't know if I was disappointed that I knew the sex or that it was a girl.  I don't think I'll be able to talk my husband into it, but I'd prefer not to learn the sex if we ever do get pregnant).  I'm hoping it was a prophetic dream.