The End of Another Era

Eras are ending left and right around here, aren't they?

Before we talk about it, we have some new podcast stories for you. We were a bit slaphappy this week, but I think it made us even better. Enjoy some laughs!

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So back to the eras...

Yesterday I told you about Mid-Morning ending here in the next few weeks. The end of a long and Spirit-saturated era.

In a much shorter (and while we won't eliminate the presence of the Spirit, He might not want as much credit and/or blame for it) era, our dear Pheebs went back home to her people last night.

They had been traveling extensively, so we ended up having Phoebe for just shy of four weeks. We'd gotten pretty comfortable with the sweet little thing and had developed our very own routine with her. She was (thankfully) quite a creature of routine, so she fit in very well here in Shafferland.

She ate, slept, played, and use the bathroom like clockwork. (Right down to the very yards-of-choice for her bathroom activities.)

And she was the most perfect writer's dog. She spent many hours at a time camped out under the desk while I worked on my writing, only stirring to switch sides or follow me into the kitchen for a warm-up on coffee.

She was a great cuddler, and hugs and kisses were never at a shortage when she was in the room.

But all good things must come to an end, right? So yesterday I packed up all her stuff and sent her home with her people.We spent the evening washing sheets and blankets (we'd been living like Frank and Marie Barone when it came to covering living room furniture), taking down the barricade between our room and the rest of the house, and not taking an evening walk. (I foresee my step count going down tragically.)

It was such fun to have Miss Phoebe, but I think our dear Braeya is ready for a return to the run of the house. Here's to hoping she lets us sleep sometime in the coming week. We may be paying for our hospitality for a while!