I’m currently battling the worst summer thing ever: the summer cold. Is there anything worse? Yes, there is. But this sucks. All I want to do is lay in bed right now and wrap myself in covers but then I get hot and frustrated and want some iced tea. Weird predicament.
This carrot cake comes from earlier this week when I was psycho enough to turn on the oven. I actually turn on the oven all the time because it’s sort of my job, but you get the idea! My mantra is this: don’t turn on the oven for anything that isn’t fun to eat.
Amelia is officially a year old. And in human years that translates to seven big ones. She’s basically a second grader. I’ve learned quite a bit from raising a three-month old corgi until now…
I’m no dog mama pro but here are a few things I’ve learned:
1. Corgis bark A LOT. Amelia grumbles at me when I tell her “no.” She talks back. She has attitude. She can be a jerk sometimes. We get in a lot of mother/daughter arguments. I honestly had no idea that you could argue with a dog until she came into my life.
2. There’s nothing worse for a dog than being left alone. This is their worst nightmare. This is torture. They’re the clingiest, neediest friends you could ever have. Their desperation is borderline embarrassing. And yet their neediness is what I love the most. Does this make me a sad person?