Roscoe? He's fine. He's so fine that yesterday morning he got up at 4:30 am to play with the kittens and ask to go outside. Yeah. Suffice it to say Roscoe is currently more in danger of being maimed or injured by me than he is of dying from his injuries.
Don't get me wrong, I'm really glad to have my bouncy dumb dog back. There were so many "if's" -- If he hadn't gotten out of the yard - If I'd fixed the place in the fence - If I hadn't turned my back for a few minutes. There are other if's as well - If he hadn't dragged himself home - If I hadn't gotten him to the vet when I did - If the pellet had penetrated his heart. So not much gain in dwelling on those if's.
In other weekend news, Child A had her second soccer game of her first season playing yesterday. They don't keep score in the younger kids' league, so I couldn't say if we won or lost. She' so squeaky new at soccer that she doesn't really have a clue what she's doing. She lacks the aggressive, attack the ball style of play some of the more experienced girls have. Even so, she's having fun. I'm thinking maybe soccer isn't her sport, but we'll at least get through a season. Here she is in her first game, getting her turn at goalie:
She's rather stylin' in her shin guards, don't you think? She's the tallest girl on her team. If she had any skills at all she'd be the most intimidating player on the field. Some of the girls she's playing against are less than half her size.
We spent some time in the driveway today working on basketball skills. For almost 8 she handles the ball pretty well, and she gets things I ask her to do after a few tries. I'm really hopeful she'll take to hoops, it was always my favorite game.
