In the almost 3 months we’ve had our new little, shall I say big, family together, there have been quite a few events that’s taken place. Let’s recap…
On January 14th, as my husband lie asleep on the couch, unknowingly his cell phone was being eaten/chewed to shreds, by three mischievous pups.
Of course, the next day they’re back to being cuties and looking as precious as ever!
On January 31st, “Max” decided he wanted to go for a little run around the neighborhood. So, as “Dixie” was outside using the rest room, he somehow managed to open the not so closed door and took off. Needless to say I spent an hour or more searching the neighborhood for my missing boy. I was so worried he ran quite a ways away, I jumped in my car and drove around town looking for him. Luckily he had found a few pit-bull friends in the neighborhood that he wanted to try and play with. I got a phone call from their owner saying she thought she’d found my Mr. “Max” and that he was content in hanging out with her pups, but that I’d probably like to have him back. So I jumped in my car to find her address, and finally picked up my pup, of whom was dressed in a cozy little jacket in the freezing cold weather. And now we know “Max” knows how to open doors. (No pics for this incident since I was too worried to grab my camera on my way out the door.)
On February 8th “Max” decided his dog food just wasn’t good enough for him, and he wanted some spaghetti. So you probably guessed it… He took a dive into the trash can and began eating spaghetti. He thought we’d never notice, however, the evidence was all over his face.
On February 17th, I stepped out my front door to sign for a package, and well, the dogs slammed the door behind me and locked me out. The UPS guy laughed, lady I was on the phone with giggled, and I began banging on the door. Thankfully the dogs started barking, and Kev took off his headphones to see what the commotion was about, or else I would have froze standing outside with no shoes/jacket on. These dogs sure do have some talent! (No pics for this incident, since they surprised me by locking me out!)
On February 23rd “Angel” went in for her spay, and was still her excited self when I picked her up that afternoon. It was tough keeping the three separated for almost a week, but they survived and were back to playing and snuggling soon there after.
On March 1st, I solved the mystery of the missing socks. Now this mystery is not specific to just our home. Many Americans deal with this mystery everyday. Except in my household the mystery was solved by simply checking the #2 piles in the backyard. YUCK! That’s not something you want to come across while doing poop cleanup! (No pics were taken of this, as that is not something I’d like to see more than once!)
By this point mom needed a break, so I took a trip to Las Vegas for a photography convention (it was a business trip, not for leisure). While there Kev called to tell me that my little angels were just that, and did nothing wrong. RIGHT! The truth is, they tore into “Max’s” bed and covered the dog room in a million or more micro-beads. You know… those teeny-tiny white beads that stick to everything and never go away. Yea, those were them. Kev said there were so many in the floor you couldn’t even see carpet (I know it couldn’t have been that bad, after all the bed still had some left in it, but I’m sure it was bad enough.). To make things better, the vacuum cleaner had broken down on me only a day before I left for Vegas, so Kev was left to attempt to rid the room of the million or more micro-beads that covered the floor with a broken vacuum. (I only wish I had photos of the floor and of him attempting to clean it. Boy would that have been a sight to see!)
On March 13th (after my return from Vegas) our pups, and Kev, discovered the joys of a laser pointer. Boy were all four of them going nuts over this small toy. As Kev would point the toy in several directions at once, all I heard were tags jingling, the pitter-patter of paws on the floor, and crashing sounds on the walls from time-to-time.
Sometime the week of my return from a photography convention, I discovered the the leashes of the dog’s training collars were eaten. There is definitely something wrong with this picture:
On March 19th, the pups tried to put me in the hospital. No, not really, but I swear it almost happened! We were all playing upstairs in the bedroom, and they began wrestling around on the bed. So in an attempt to break up the wrestling and continue playing with them, I jumped/fell into the bed, and somehow managed to slam my head against the wall. Talk about neck and back pain!
On March 21st (they don’t give me a break), after my morning email ritual, I discovered a few red feathers in the hallway. I followed the trail into the dog room to discover this:
Talk about sneaky little pups, thought they probably thought they were just helping. You see, the red debris you see lying on the floor is actually feathers, from a feather boa I brought back from Vegas. Did I have this lying on the couch, on the floor, or anywhere I thought the dogs would find it? NO. This boa was tucked away in my suit case (of which I was being lazy and had not unpacked yet, but that’s not the point), and I reckon the dogs found it and decided to help me unpack. Needless to say, this mess took me quite a while to clean up, so I stopped in the middle of my cleaning and had a photo-op with the pups.
On March 25th, Kev and I took a wonderful jog around the neighborhood, however it was not at our own free will. As I was attempting to unhook “Dixie” and let her inside, both “Max” and “Angel” pushed the door open and took off for a little run, almost breaking my arm as I tried to reach for them. As I wrote on my Facebook page, I have never been so worried about these pups. I was standing in the middle of school traffic, trying to keep them from running into the street, all the while “Max” was challenging me and wanting to give me a heart attack. Thankfully “Angel” came right to us after she was done chasing “Max” and come to find out, all “Max” wanted to do was play chase. I started running and he started chasing me. Geez Louise! These dogs are going to be the death of me.
Until next time…
