Alive!
I am in fact alive... barely. After spending a week near death with what Miles thinks was the flu, I think I am finally on the mend, although I can only breath out of one nostril right now.
Sadly, Halleigh caught whatever I had and is now the sweetest sicky ever. She's so pitiful and cuddly. I love it and hate it at the same time.
In other news, we took Kona to the dog park last night and it was painful apparent that she is in need of several more trips to the dog park... lumbering oalf that she was.
It was fun to see her try to keep up with a gray hound, though. Lucky for her, the park is enclosed, so the hound had to turn around and come back in her direction at some point!
I'll also point out that my dog is certifiably the slobberiest dog in the park--every time we go, hands down, not even close. She always sprays at least one unsuspecting stranger by shaking slobber all over them right when they are about to pet her. I need to take my camera.