My mom has been surprisingly good natured about things lately.
First, because Juno is on Sojos now, I've been searching for cheap meat to add to it. So today I picked up an order of 25lbs of ground chicken. The fact that she is not freaking out about the concept of the Sojos is incredible. My 25lbs of meat was just all in a large plastic bag, so I portioned it all out into 5lb tubs. And she actually HELPED me in the process. And I was trying to be all careful to keep it all contained and make no mess, and there she was flinging meat all over the place and digging her hands into it. Where did this mother come from? Keep in mind, Juno was on PMR a year ago and she freaked and made me put her back on kibble....
Second, I decided to play Groomer today and start hacking at Happy's hair. It still baffles me that my mom actually agreed to letting me adopt this dog, first of all. My mom HATES dog hair. And there I am, trimming away Happy's hair... in the middle of the living room, getting hair all over the rug and pretty much all over everything.... no complaints, no care at all from her.
It's just WRONG.
But really awesome at the same time!