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So notice the question mark in my blog title! Yes, I'm actually wondering if summer has begun. I mean, come on, the first day of summer is supposed to be one of the highlights of a teacher's year, but NOT when you've been roped into teaching summer school. Okay, okay..... so roped is a little dramatic, but it being my first year at FJH, I didn't feel like I could tell my admin I wasn't interested when they told me I would be teaching TAKS Academy. So.... it's really not that bad... It's only on Tues, Wed, and Thur for half a day, and it's some pretty good extra income (that will of course pay for our Vegas Vacation)! The big downfall to summer school is that I still have to get up early. I was really looking forward to sleeping in.... hasn't happened yet. Of course, today (Friday of the 1st week of summer) is the first day that my husband and I have off to sleep in and guess what......we are both up and wide awake by 6:15 a.m.
So how is Walker doing, you might be wondering!! Just great. He's hyper as all get out (oh my, that sounds so country when you actually type it out and read it back to yourself...)! In case I never mentioned it, he sleeps inside at night, and spends his days in the backyard while we are at work. He loves being indoors, and truly treats the place like it's his own, which is not always a good thing! He has a crate that he has been sleeping in for the last several months, but just a few weeks ago we got him one of those large doggy floor pillow beds, and he has taken to it immediately! He's so funny. Every night when he gets ready to crawl into bed, he does what we call his "Indian Rain Dance". He claws at his bed, turning in circles, throws his head in the air repeatedly, trying to smooth it down in all the right places, and make it perfectly comfy for his night of rest. I have tried a billion times to get a recording of his "dance".... Needlessly to say, it hasn't happened yet! He get's too distracted, and forgets what he's supposed to be doing, silly doggy! His other funny quip lately, has been that he is scared of the vacuum cleaner! He avoids it at all costs, trying to find a way around it or trying to scare it away with barking. He keeps us young or young at heart, at least! That's it for now!
