From 2007-2011 this blog was mainly about my animals with a bit of off-topic chatter. Then my husband shocked me by confessing to an affair. We've divorced. Life is better than ever!
Monday, February 20, 2012
This was taken several weeks ago. Max was chipping up a wood slice on the counter.
Later, I couldn't find the spoon she usually uses. As it turns out, she must have flown to Stella's old stand to eat and then dropped the spoon. I found it the next day. In the meantime, I offered her breakfast on my normal spoon. I didn't think she was strong enough to hold it, but I underestimated her desire for peanut butter and autonomy (I was prepared to hold the spoon for her, but she insisted on taking care of it herself.)
I should weigh the spoon and compare it to her weight. I think this would be an amazing feat of strength if I were lifting an equivalent percentage of my body weight. She will be a star next Festivus!