Puppy Love

May 7, 2012 By 5 Comments

We’ve been puppy sitting for my nephew for the past several days while he’s been on his Vandy senior trip to Destin.

I wasn’t sure how much more 100 proof crazy I wanted to add to the crazy cocktail around here, but Bear the puppy has been a fun little guy to have around. My mom found him abandoned in the road near her house out in the country and my nephew ended up finally rescuing him.

We turned the leash back tonight. He’s been a lot of fun and he’s also reminded me why I’m OK with not having a puppy. They are adorable, but they are also a lot of work…kind of like babies (more on that later!)

Bear had a great visit with his two dog cousins and we took him with us this weekend to Bowling Green, Kentucky, for Miss C’s travel soccer tournament where he was very well behaved and got gobs of attention. The girls, not surprisingly, have loved having a puppy around. This must be a little glimpse at what it will be like some day (many days) to watch your grandchildren. You get all of the temporary fix of cuteness, minus all the long-term commitment stuff like potty training and explaining why you can’t eat popsicles for breakfast.


Tres Amigos – Bear, Zoey, and Jack


My Top 5 Ways Puppies are Just Like Babies:

1. They are total chick magnets.


Cute girls can’t get enough of puppies.


2. Being around them turns you into a poop stalker – when was the last poop, where was the last poop, was there anything odd consistency wise about said poop?

3. You watch them constantly to make sure they don’t eat anything weird. Mulch, crumbs on the kitchen floor, unsuspecting naked Barbies.


Barbie never knew what hit her.


4. You can’t believe how much energy they have as in “why aren’t you totally exhausted and SLEEPING by now?”

5. You can’t stop taking their picture to capture the cute.


 My job is to be completely adorable. Yours?


When was the last time you got y our puppy fix?

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Pneumonia, Missing Dogs, And Beheaded Possums Oh My

March 17, 2012 By 8 Comments

It’s been kind of a crazy time for us since we returned from Disney World.

It’s almost like karma said, “Well now, ya’ll are havin’ too much fun all up in here. Let’s really SCREW THINGS UP.”

Thankfully we have been all been well this winter but as I type this my husband is down for the count with full-blown pneumonia (he and Miss C actually got sick on the plane home from Disney and although she bounced back he is still sick and is on his second round of antibiotics) and Miss A has a 102.8 degree fever. I had to reschedule her birthday party that was supposed to be going on RIGHT NOW.

Last night around 8 we were all in settled in family movie night mode when it occurred to my husband that something was missing.

Something like our new dog, Zoey.

Old man Jack was curled up on the floor by the sofa but Zoey was no where to be found.

“Where’s our other dog?,” hubby asked.

I panicked. We all did. I hadn’t actually seen her since dinner. And then it dawned on me. I had left the window in our bonus room slash office open. A ground level window that is NOT within our privacy fence area. This was exactly her method of escape from her former owners when we found her lost in our neighborhood Christmas break.

So this is how it came to be that Miss C and my just diagnosed with full blown pneumonia deathly ill husband ended up driving around our neighborhood scouting for a lost dog on a Friday night. (He took off with her out the back door before I could say, “WAIT! I’ll go on lost dog duty!”)

By the grace of God, Miss C caught a glimpse of Zoey bolting in the dark in the street about 10 houses down from ours and heard the familiar jingle of her collar. Zoey has one heckuva guardian angel. I was consoling a sobbing Miss A who was curled up on the den floor with Jack asking me pitifully if we would ever see Zoey again and I honestly could not say yes. Even with her collar and tags on, she could have been hit by a car or picked up by someone who wouldn’t do the right thing and call.

We gotta watch this one. She’s like an antsy teenage girl in too tight jeans hell bent on sneaking out of the house on a Friday night. Next time she could come home with a cheap tattoo and a pierced nose. And I’ll have a few more wrinkles.


I can escape now?


So all is well with the dogs. Now we just have to get hubby and Miss A well.

It’s the end of the road for this guy, however.


 Toy stuffed possum that has no body thanks to Miss Zoey the dog, destroyer of innocent toy stuffed possums and professional escape artist.

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Has Earned Her I Can Has Thin Mints Badge

February 28, 2012 By 6 Comments


I can has Girl Scout cookies?


So, the new dog Zoey. She is a total sweetheart, but also a total mess. Not a mess as in God Help Me We’re In The Puppy Phase, because she’s about a year and a half old, but a mess as in God Help Me She Eats Everything And Anything And May Possibly Be Part Goat.

If you drop anything on the floor, from spare change to dental floss, she’ll try to eat it. Once her taste buds connect with her dog brain and she realizes it’s neither edible or tasty she’ll drop the random object, but she’s definitely orally fixated. Also? She likes to hump legs but that’s another fixation entirely.

Wait, where was I?

Last Friday it was the most Blustery. Day. Ever. Our garbage can was in crazier than usual runneth over mode (we are overachievers like that) and was out by the curb for pick up and random trash kept blowing out so I wasn’t too concerned when I spied the familiar bright green of a Thin Mint box in the back yard.

As I walked out to pick up the box it dawned on me that we hadn’t eaten any Thin Mints lately and then panic filled me down to my pink toenails…COOKIES?! I had brought in several boxes of Girl Scout cookies from my car and placed by the door of our utility room to remind me that they needed to be delivered and also to keep them from getting melty in my car. Most were grouped in larger cardboard boxes, but there were a couple of smaller one to two box orders that I’d just placed directly on the floor, fully within reach of our dogs. I could still see a piece of tape and part of a note I’d taped to the empty box indicating who the order was for. Now our old man Jack would never in a million years try to open and eat an entire box of cookies. But Zoey the new girl? Totally not without question. Amazingly she only left one tell-tale tooth mark in the box, opening it with more care than my kids. It was completely empty. When had she even eaten these?

I ran in the house waving the empty cookie box at Zoey, who cowered guiltily at the sight, and then called my husband and then the vet. Since I’d had no idea when she’d eaten the cookies and since she’s a larger dog, about 40 pounds, and she was also acting fine, the vet’s office wasn’t too concerned but said to keep an eye on her. Now had she eaten a box of chocolate candy? That would have been another story. My sister just spent about a thousand bucks having her dog’s stomach pumped after her Airedale ate a bag of Dove dark chocolate.

Later I spotted Zoey with one of the cookie sleeves in the back yard, her paws holding it down, trying to nudge out the last 5 or so cookies with her nose. I felt a little relief because technically she hadn’t eaten the entire box. She wasn’t too happy when I took the last few cookies away from her, though, and I don’t blame her. I mean Thin Mints are my personal favorite.

Now I need to put this canine talent of hers to use. I’m thinking it would be pretty cool if Zoey could learn to fetch a beer bottle and open it with her teeth, right? And if anyone knows of any dog breed that is particularly adept at 4th grade math, please let me know asap. My sanity may depend on it. Thanks.

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