Magical Mystical Mimi

Today, I’m joining Sandee over at Comedy Plus for an Awww Mondays post, and I’m posting about my awwwsome pup, Bo.

Bo just turned 2 yrs. old, and he is in great need of socializing skills and maybe straight up training school. He doesn’t listen. He barks at every dog, cat, squirrel, fly… Person! He’s not necessarily aggressive, he just needs to chill AND to listen to us when we call or tell him to do something.

We live in a 4 unit apartment building and 3 of us have dogs so you can imagine when one dog starts barking they all start barking which makes all the dogs that live behind us, across the fence, join in. It can get kinda crazy and kinda noisy, and it’s a disaster if we don’t time our dog walks around each other. However, when it’s time to potty, it’s time to potty, and we’re not always guaranteed “alone time.” If any other dog is around, potty time turns into a real mess in more ways than one. – I always feel sorry for our 1 neighbor who doesn’t have a dog.

We’ve taken Bo to dog parks around the city to see if we can let him run around within the fenced in area for small dogs, but with his incessant barking at the fence, I can’t imagine what it would be like to turn him loose in there! That fenced in area would have to be completely empty in order for Bo to run around. We’ve been to the park early, we’ve gone late in the day, in the middle of the day. There are always dogs.

I had almost given up hope of Bo ever being able to run free, and then… We discovered Sniffspot! I have no idea how long it’s been around, but it is an amazing service. A private dog area all your own! You pay by the hour and your dog can run free and play in a fenced in area all by himself/herself! This is brilliant!

Our Sniffspot was absolutely wonderful. Over an acre to run and play with a creek running through the property. Since it was our first visit, the owner met with us and showed us where everything was. She supplied clean toys, water, treats and poo bags all for $10.00 for the hour! Plus, she has patio furniture for adults to sit on while their pup is off playing. There was no hovering around by the owner. After our meet and greet, she went into her home, and we never saw her again. The next time we take Bo, we’ll book our appointment, pay the fee and walk through the gate and release our baby beast!

Here are a few pics of Bo at his Sniffspot.
It didn’t take him long to get the toys.

For some reason, Bo was super interested in whatever was going on with potted plants and garden ornaments.

I wish I had gotten a better pic of the creek area but trying to keep up with Bo is like trying to rope the wind! We tried so hard to get him to play in the creek, but that was definitely a no-go. He’s in the back there somewhere.

He spent some time sniffing around and seeing what everything was. He’d even go up to the back door like he was just going to stroll in.

He ran all along the fence about a gazillion times. I thought he would be zipping back and forth on the lawn, but the fence line was his focus.

He spent most of his time like this, just a blur running here, there and everywhere!

And when it was time for us to go, he let us know. He was sooooo tired.

What a great discovery Sniffspot was for us! I want to book an hour for myself just so I can go hang out by the creek under those big old trees, do some reading and listen to those beautiful wind chimes she had! You can tell the owners have made this place their little oasis. It is so peaceful and has such a great vibe. We’ve already booked Bo for his next visit!

So. There’s my lengthy Awww Monday post, but I had to share! Have any of you heard of and/or used Sniffspot in your area? Apparently they’re all over the U.S. I’d be interested to know if anyone outside the U.S. knows of something similar.

Happy Awww Monday and have an amazing week ahead!

MIMI’S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY –

♥ mimi ♥

As most of you know, I went back east for my grandson’s graduation from high school and my granddaughter’s graduation from elementary school. My daughter’s son and daughter. It was so much fun and I am so proud of both of them. They’re just really good kids.

I also got to attend my granddaughter’s dance recitals. She’s amazing.
Here’s a pic of her and the rest of the dance crew.

She was dancing to songs from the 80’s. The same songs I used to dance to at the clubs and/or bars, except her outfit was way cuter, and she wasn’t drunk.
Praise Buddha. The generational curse has been broken.

Now, onto what you don’t know… I almost died on my graduation vacation. It’s true. One of my grown children tried to kill me.
(Photo from my Instagram stories.)

Yes. My grown son tried to kill me with edibles, which are perfectly legal in Michigan.
****Edibles – Edibles contain cannabinoids, the active compounds in cannabis, with THC being the psychoactive component responsible for the “high”.

Okay. Yes, I’ve smoked weed. I know, shocker. I dabbled in high school and here and there throughout my life, mainly when I had cancer, but I wasn’t a stoner. So. There’s my midnight confession.

My near-death experience started up north at my oldest son’s home.
– The night before my grandson’s graduation. –
We were all playing Euchre (a card game that not many people have ever heard of). My daughter-in-law and I were on a team, and my oldest son and my almost killer son were on a team. Everything’s going fine, and then my almost killer son says, “Hey Mom, I’ve got those edibles.”

I’m not gonna lie. I was planning on getting some edibles the moment my plane landed. I was worried about TSA and terrified my planes would crash. Anyway, my almost killer son brings out the edibles, they’re gummies. He gives me one split in half. I eat half and set the other half on the table. I don’t know how much time had passed, but holy hell! In the middle of our game, that half of gummy kicked in, and suddenly EVERYTHING was so funny. Like snort laughing, drinks coming out of your nose, pee your pants a little, funny, and I was having such a great time, I ate the other half!

Yeah… I wasn’t having such a great time around 2am.

Just a little FYI – Getting high when you’re young is a whole lot different than getting high when you’re in your 60s! Bumping into furniture and falling is not an option in your 60s. I’ve got bruises that I don’t even know where they came from, but I do know this. At some point, I thought I was dying. D.Y.I.N.G.

I’m not even kidding, I could feel my heartbeat in every square inch of my body, and for the longest time, I couldn’t close my eyes because my eyelids were beating like my heart, and I thought if I closed my eyes, my heart beat would stop and I’d die. And then, I was so hot I kept going in and out of the front door, and lo and behold, my son has one of those porch lights that light up when you go out the door! That thing was going off like a fucking disco ball!

Thankfully, my daughter-in-law was still up, reading on the couch, but my oldest son and the one who tried to kill me had gone to bed – of course. I don’t know how long my daughter-in-law sat there watching me be a crazy person, but at some point she texted the almost killer son, and when he came upstairs, I think I yelled at him, “I’m dying. I’m too old for gummies. You have to take me to the emergency room. I’m dying!” He was so calm. His mother was dying before his murderous eyes, and he’s calm. I thought for sure he would rush me to his vehicle and race off to save my life, but no. No. That is not what happened. He gave me breathing exercises to do. Counting 1, 2, 3, 4, and then 4, 3, 2, 1. Over and over and over again! I was a dying, crazy person acting like Count Von Count from Sesame Street!

Needless-to-say, the counting worked, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up in bed, thankful I wasn’t waking up on the front porch! Ugh. Of course, the nosy neighbor saw everything that happened. Whatever. I was just happy to be alive.

Can you imagine if I had gone to the emergency room and missed my grandson’s graduation?? Sorry, Mimi couldn’t make it; she got high last night and almost died.

SIDE NOTE – My son did not almost kill me. I was okay. I just had to chill, which is what I thought edibles were supposed to help you do… I took too much. I guess that “Party like it’s 1999” ship has sailed. Totally my fault. He did tell me not to take that other half… He’s a good son and obviously knows how to take care of his mama when he needs to. Lol. He’s a lot of fun, and I love and miss him every day! I love and miss them all!

So, there you have it. My near-death experience. My kids and grandsons thought it was so funny, and then they tell me, if you haven’t been high in a while or had edibles, you should start with 2.5mg gummies. 2.5mg??? I had 25mg!!! – Just for the record, that’s the THC.
My takeaway lesson? I’m sticking with wine.

Wow. Long post. If you made it this far, I hope you had a good laugh and learned a little something about edibles. It’s definitely not like the old days when making weed brownies was the go-to edible.

I hope you’re all having a great day. We’re halfway to the weekend. Who’s got plans? Who’s got an edibles story?? I can’t be the only one… Spill it in the comments. Lol. We won’t judge.

MIMI’S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

♥ mimi ♥