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A Dog Day Afternoon

Our dogs have lost their minds lately.  I’ll be the first to tell you that we don’t have the best behaved dogs.  They have their golden moments, but for the most part they are jumping, slobbering, couch-coveting beasts.  And I love them.  As intrusive as they might be, they are only that way because we treat them like part of our family.  For five years now, the dogs have been our children.  Our hairy, smelly, spoiled children.

Lately though, they seem to be worse.  Take the couch, for example.  We recently moved our living room furniture around so that Chris and I could get more use out of our couch and loveseat.  The problem with this is that for the past few years, the couches have sort of belonged to the dogs.  Now, they are pissed that we are trying to relocate them.  When Chris and I sit on the couch now, the dogs don’t try to lay with us or cuddle or spend time with us.  They growl.  They moan.  They throw themselves at our feet, whining over the injustice that has vicimized them.

Such drama queens.

And its not just the couch.  They dogs are now incredibly vocal whenever they feel they have been cheated.  And cheated to them can be something as simple as not being fed at exactly 5:55 PM.  If we are even 5 minutes late feeding Lucy (the little one), she throws herself at our ankles, moaning and barking until food appears in her bowl.

Clearly, something needed to change.  We tried ignoring them.  We tried putting them in time out.  We tried giving them everything they wanted.  Nothing helped.  The dogs stayed in their rut and Chris and I continued to be frustrated with them.  Finally today, we thought of a different way to handle this whole situation.  Maybe the dogs were bored.  They’ve been inside for the past few months because of the weather.  They are tired of each other, of us, of their toys, of their food, of their couches.  Maybe they needed a make over and a change in scenery.

So, we packed up this morning and took them to the park to take out some of their frustrations on ducks, small children, and the elderly.  It was a glorious success.

Molly and Chris

Molly and Chris

Me, the Bean, my non-showered hair, and the dogs

Me, the Bean, my non-showered hair, and the dogs

Molly saying hello to the ducks

Molly saying hello to the ducks

After a good romp in the park, we had a little water break at the car before heading home.  Good thing the dogs are professionals when it comes to drinking out of Solo cups.  Comes from all that practice stealing beers at house parties…

"Hey!  This is water!  Where's my beer?"

"Hey! This isn't beer!"

The trip home was a little tricky.  Since Lucy was a puppy, she has been riding on my lap on our weekend trips to visit Chris in college.  She’s a road warrior.  A trooper.  A traveler.  Planes, trains, or automobiles – she’s done them all without so much as a blink.

Lucy riding shotgun, barking at anything that moves and wagging her tail like a college student on Spring Break

Lucy riding shotgun, barking at anything that moves and wagging her tail like a college student on Spring Break

Molly, however, was not blessed with the travel gene.

About 5 seconds before Molly yacked

About 5 seconds before Molly yacked

In fact, she is such a lousy traveler, that she didn’t even make it all the way home from our adventure this morning.  She got so sick in the car that Chris had to get out and walk her the last few blocks home.

Molly prefers the sidewalk over the backseat

Molly prefers the sidewalk over the backseat

But once we got everyone home via their preferred method of travel, the dogs were 100% satisfied.  They had taken the edge off and seemed calmer and not so pissy.

Relaxing back at the house on the back deck

Relaxing back at the house on the back deck

I guess sometimes you just need to walk it off…

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Sunday Showers

Every Sunday night, Chris and I take something we call Sunday Showers.  Sunday Showers are the best showers ever.  They are the longest shower of the week where you do things like shave your legs, do a shower facial, use a 10-minute in-shower hair treatment.    Actually, as I write this I realize that I’m not exactly sure what Chris does in his Sunday Shower since I’m fairly certain he is not shaving his legs, exfoliating his face, or hot-oil treating his hair.  But in any event, Sunday Showers are a big deal in our house.  And its not just the shower itself.  When you get out of a Sunday Shower, you get into really soft jammies and climb into a bed with fresh sheets.

Sundays pretty much rock at our house.

This Sunday we thought we would include the dogs in our routine.  We wanted them to feel just as good and rested as we did.  And because they smelled.  Really, really smelled.

But apparently, our dogs don’t appreciate our Sunday Shower routine as much as we do.  First, we had to catch them and that is no small feat with our two dogs.  We basically ran around the house with dog biscuits yelling, “TREAT!  TREAT!”  The dogs would get close enough to steal the treat and then run before we could catch them.  Fury little poopers.  We finally caught them and had to manually transport them to the shower.

Chris transporting Molly to the shower

Chris transporting Molly to the shower

And once we got Molly into the shower, her enthusiasm didn’t get much better.

Pitiful Molly

Pitiful Molly

Scrub-a-dub-dub

Scrub-a-dub-dub

Dry and Fluffy

Dry and Fluffy

Once we finished with Molly, we had to wrangle Lucy.  You’d think she would be easier to catch than Molly, but not so much.  She might be smaller, but she’s a whole lot smarter.  Once she saw Molly get taken into the bathroom, she knew what was coming and she wanted nothing to do with it.  In fact, I have no pictures of her being taken to the shower because it took both me and Chris to get her into the bathroom and the photo session had to be put temporarily on hold.

And once we got her in there, she just went limp.  It was like trying to wash a cooked spaghetti noodle.

18 pounds of fierceness

18 pounds of fierceness

Psst.... Mom...  Get me outta here!

Psst.... Mom... Get me outta here!

Its all worth it for my towel cuddle afterwards.

Its all worth it for my towel cuddle afterwards.

So, they didn’t really enjoy their Sunday Showers.  I sure liked the way they smelled afterwards.  Like wet dogs who had rolled in vanilla and flowers.

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The Clothes are Half the Fun!

I always wanted to dress up my dogs.  When the little one, Lucy, was smaller I was so excited because she was the perfect size for cute dog clothes.  But she hated them.  There were a few different things that could happen when you tried to dress Lucy up.  She might bite you.  She might shred the clothes.  Or she might freeze and not move a muscle.  None of these options were pleasant.  Over the years, though, I was able to get a few good outfits out of her.  Reindeer antlers at Christmas one year.  A Florida State football jersey for Homecoming one year.  And last year’s Halloween costume was magnificent.

Lucy as Elephant

Lucy as Elephant

You can't tell, but she is growling in this picture

You can't tell, but she is growling in this picture

Sadly, however, this was my final attempt to dress up my dog.  I gave up after this.  She bit me when I put her in the costume, then she stood there frozen in this position pictured above until I removed the costume, and then she shredded the elephant trunk.  Bad dog.

I realized this past weekend though that I might have a second chance at dressing something up.  I have a baby on the way.  And he’s helpless.  And he can’t talk so he can’t complain.  And he can’t bite because he won’t have teeth for a while.  He’ll be the puppy I never had.

After I made this discovery, I headed off to the Carter’s store (a.k.a.  Baby Mecca).  It was my first time in a whole Carter’s store and, I have to say, even for a seasoned shopper like me, it was a little intimidating.  So many options!  And they were all so tiny!  When I first walked in, I thought I was in trouble.  So many things to buy!  But turns out, I already own half of the entire Carter’s collection (thanks, Mom!) and so there wasn’t all that much left to buy.  I did find some pretty cute little outfits though.

Like this one.  Everyone loves a dinosaur…

Dino Duds

Dino Duds

And this cute little alligator outfit…

Hot stuff

Hot stuff

And then this cute little ensemble.  This is for when he’s hanging out with his Daddy in the Man Cave.  (Side Note:  I think Chris may already actually own this same outfit.)

I got this jacket on sale for $3.99 and the shirt for $1.99!!!

I got this jacket on sale for $3.99 and the shirt for $1.99!!!

I’m so glad I’m having a baby and not a puppy.  Babies seem to be much easier…

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Bellycast #3

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True Confessions

I have some things to get off my chest.  Some things I’ve done this week that I need to confess.  Judge me if you will…

Make Up Confession

Yesterday I took a brand new thing of blush back to the Mac counter at Macy’s and told them that I had recently purchased the blush there, but when I got home and opened it the blush was shattered.  They exchanged it right on the spot.

It is true that I recently purchased the blush from that counter.  And when I opened it for the first time, the blush was shattered.  But I didn’t tell them that 2 seconds before I opened the blush for the first time, I dropped it down my stairs.

I need to confess this make up sin so that the make up gods do not curse me by discontinuing my favorite make up products for the rest of my life.

Dog Bath Confession

I hate bathing my dogs.  I usually pay a large amount of money so that I can drop them off at a salon smelling like poo and pick them up in a few hours smelling like sunshine.  But we are poor this month after all our holiday excitement and I can’t take them to the dog salon without taking out a second mortgage on my house.  And Chris won’t agree to co-sign with me for that, so I have been forced to bathe them myself.

So, a few days ago I cleaned them with a lint roller and then I sprayed them with Febreeze.  This might raise all kinds of red flags about what kind of mother I will be, but I’ll just have to think about that on another day.

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The Night of the ADD Dog

Since they were puppies, both our dogs have been crate trained.  I started it with the little one, Lucy, because at the time I got her, Chris and I were dating long distance in college and every 2 or 3 weekends Lucy and I would pack up and head to his house about 4 hours away.  I thought having one portable crate that she could recognize anywhere would make her feel more comfortable.  And I was right.  No matter where we went (and we went A LOT), there was Lucy’s little house and so she always knew where her own spot was.  She loved her house and while we travel considerably less now, she still identifies that house as her space.  She loves it so much that she sleeps in it during the day, when she naps, or when she’s sick.  And at night when I say, “Lets go to bed,” Lucy goes hauling booty up to her little house where she nose dives into her bundle of blankets and burrows down like a gopher, tail wagging the whole time.  

When we got our big dog, Molly, several years later, we naturally crate trained her as well.  Her crate was obviously much bigger and so less portable, but that was her house, her space.  And she hated it.  When she was a puppy she didn’t mind it so much, but now that she’s pushing 70 pounds, I think the idea of cramming herself into her house (even though it is the right size for her) makes her upset.  She’d much rather sleep on the bathroom floor.  I think its the puffiness.  Lucy’s bed has lots of blankets and sheets in it for her to burrow.  But when we tried to fluff up Molly’s bed, she just pushed everything to one end and slept in a tiny ball on the hard plastic floor of the other end.  Very strange.  When I say, “Lets go to bed,” Molly runs the other direction.  Sometimes I can get her into our bedroom where we keep their crates, but she just stands at the crate door and refuses to go inside.  You have to kind of gently push her in.  She hates it.

Sometimes we have tried letting her stay up and not putting her in her crate when we go to bed, but she never knows what to do, so we end up putting her back in her crate a few minutes later because she just stands next to the bed staring at us.  But last night we decided to try it again.  We decided that this time, no matter what, we would not put her back in her crate.  Maybe she just needed to get used to not being crated and if that meant her walking around or staring at us for a few hours, well that’s okay.  What happened last night is best described in a timetable:

10:30 PM – We head to the bedroom.  Lucy gets in her crate.  Molly stands at her crate door, waiting to be forced inside.  Instead, Chris and I go about our business of getting ready for bed and then we shut out the light.  Molly stands there.  And stands there.  Ten minutes later she comes over to my side of the bed and stares at me.  I can hear her thinking, “Um…Mom?  Did you forget something?” But I ignore her, and 10 minutes later she walks over to Chris’ side of the bed.  “Um…Dad?  Whose gonna lock me up?”  And when that causes no reaction from us, she goes and bangs on Lucy’s crate with her enormous paws, trying to wake Lucy up.  She succeeds and I’m glad Lucy was securely in her crate or she might have taken Molly’s face off.  Molly moves on.  She walks around for 20 minutes before wandering out of our bedroom and into the spare room where she jumps up on the futon and actually falls asleep.  Time check?  11:15 – not so bad!

1:00 AM – I wake up to a large crash.  Molly has flipped the futon.  It scared her so she comes running into our bedroom, slipping and sliding on the hardwoods floors.  She is wide awake now.

1:30 AM – Molly discovers Chris’ sock drawer has been left open and begins to pile socks next to me on the bed.

2:15 AM – She realizes that she can go anywhere in the house, so she ventures down to the living room where she digs up a bone from the couch and brings it back upstairs to the bedroom.  Now, we have hard wood floors, so every movement she makes is heard in the “tap, tap, tap” of her nails against the floor.  She sounds like a 70 pound mouse scurrying around.  And when she brings the bone upstairs, she proceeds to drop it all over the place and each time it lands, it crashes so loudly that it sounds like I should be at a wedding reception, throwing plates and yelling “UM-PAH!”  I get up and take her bone away from her.

2:30 AM – Molly begins moving every single toy she has from downstairs to our bedroom.  One at a time.  Tap, tap, tap…down the stairs.  Tap, tap, tap…up the stairs.  Tap, tap, tap…down the stairs.  Tap, tap, tap…up the stairs.  Finally, she runs out of babies and begins examining them one by one.  Fortunately, Lucy tears out the squeakers in babies in about the first 5 seconds that we give it to the dogs, so most of her toys are silent.  But yesterday, as luck would have it, she got new Halloween babies.  And there was one that had miraculously kept its squeaker.  And this is the only toy Molly wanted to play with.  I get up and take her baby away from her.

2:55 AM – Molly begins to bring me all her babies.  I wake up to a giant stuffed green Halloween eyeball next to my face, and Molly’s enormous head next to it.  I know she was being sweet and I know she was just trying to share.  But at 3:00 AM, I was in no mood for eyeballs or laborador retrievers.  So, I knock her baby off the bed and roll over so my back is facing her.

3:05 AM – Molly starts hitting me with her giant paws.  

3:35 AM – Molly disappears downstairs.  At a more decent hour, I will discover that she has gone downstairs and taken every single pillow off the couches and piled them in the center of the living room, where she then stuffed every bone and baby she owns into the pillow pile.  I can only assume next that she dove head first into this pile and began rolling around wildly because everything was flattened when I saw it.

4:05 AM – Molly decides its time for a walk.  She drags both her and Lucy’s leashes up to our bedroom, letting the metal part bang against every stair and drag loudly across our hardwood floors.  She piles the leashes next to me on the bed and waits.  I roll over.  

4:30 AM – Molly hits me again with her giant paw.  I hit her back.  She goes back downstairs.

5:45 AM – Molly drags her pile of pillows upstairs to our bedroom, where she lays them in sacrificial fashion in front of Lucy’s crate.  Lucy apparently has had enough and decides that she’s ready to wake up, too, since she is clearly not going to get any sleep.  Lucy starts whining.  I let her out of her crate, and since its a little light outside, I go downstairs and open the backdoor so the dogs can go outside.  

6:15 AM – Having been woken up and already having done her morning business outside, both dogs come back up to the bedroom and sit next to my side of the bed staring at me.  Lucy is whining to be fed and Molly has a soggy stuffed pumpkin with spider legs hanging out of her mouth.  

7:30 AM – Molly hits me in the face with her giant paw.  I cry.  Chris starts barking at the dogs.  The dogs go crazy.  Chris barks louder.  I cry harder.  

8:00 AM – I admit defeat and get up to feed the dogs and get dressed for the day.  

Needless to say, Molly will be sleeping in her crate tonight.  And every night thereafter.  Please notice that Chris is not mentioned anywhere in this story except when he chose to take action by BARKING at our dogs.  Needless to say, Chris will be sleeping on our couch tonight.  And every night thereafter.

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My (recent) Life in Pictures

For several months now I have been without pictures.  I lost the cord that connects my camera to my computer.  I thought I’d take a few minutes to visually share some of the things in my recent life.  Some of them I have blogged about and if you click the links you’ll get the whole story.  And some of them are just random pictures I thought you’d like to see.  Here we go…

These are pictures of my dogs trying to escape out of our front window.  I popped the screen out for some reason or another (actually, I think I broke it on accident, but lets not tell Chris…) and the dogs tried to climb out all day.

These are dog treats that I bought the dogs.  Chris and I have decided to just not talk politics anymore since we see so differently on the subject.  The dogs, however, are equal opportunists.  They loved both cookies equally.

These are pictures from the bachelorette party in West Palm.  In that top picture, that’s me on the left and the BRIDE TO BE on the right.  In the second picture, that’s me on the far right (please notice how I am smiling so naturally through the pain of my shoes…) and the BRIDE TO BE in purple.

These are my dogs on the day of our housewarming party, right after a morning at the spa.  They stayed this clean for exactly 2.4 seconds.

These are the giant mushrooms that I picked up out of our yard.  Now, look at the size of those suckers and tell me that I’m not a Selfless Wife

This is the shrub that I trimmed into a stick. (Please notice that I am doing yard work in a skirt and flip flops…)

These are my dogs getting used to their new doggy door.  I think Lucy (the little one) thought we finally put in a short window for her.

And these are my peeps, my fam, my crew.  We’re chilling after a day of yard work.  You can’t see me, but I took all of these pictures without ever having to get off my booty.  But if I’m lazy, at least the rest of my family was on this particular day, too!

And that’s about it.  That’s been my quiet little life for the past 2 months.  Thanks for tagging along, for providing thoughts of encouragements and support, and for taking the time to check in on my neck of the woods.  Blogging is proof that people really do have too much time on their hands, but I’m so thankful that you choose to spend your excess time peering into my life.

I’m thankful, and I’m a little creeped out.

Until tomorrow…

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