When I last left you, I was talking about furniture and how my dogs are disgusting. This is perfect, because today I am happy to report that we have furniture and my dogs are slightly less disgusting but still super-stressful, because I am never happy unless something I love causes me anguish. HAHAHA. Anyway! The new furniture was delivered on Monday, and the first piece off the truck looked wrong. After checking over the paperwork and discussing it with the (very nice) delivery guy, it was determined that yes, in fact, we had ordered a love seat with a center console (you know, a...
For Christmas this past year, sometime in October Otto and I gazed lovingly into one another's eyes and decided to forego traditional gift buying for each other to instead embark upon the most romantic of journeys... replacing our family room furniture. Truly, we are an inspirational model of "keeping the flame alive" to couples everywhere. Although we have worked through our home bit by bit, making it OURS (as opposed to THEIRS---in the case of layers of wallpaper and paint left us by the previous owners---or MINE and HIS as begat by various legacies of our pre-marriage artifacts), the...
... I'm over at Alpha Mom, realizing that Duncan is teaching me a lot about what Chickadee needs. [In case you don't live in the south or haven't seen the news, we are about to be slammed with an ice storm "of historical proportions." This is alarming, of course, but also comes with a side helping of my-parents-were-supposed-to-visit-but-ICE-STORM and a dessert of our local production of The Vagina Monologues was supposed to open tomorrow night and now we are delayed at the very least, if not canceled. In other words, I'm cranky, and after a morning of storm prep (firewood! batteries! charge...
After the first time Licorice destroyed one of Duncan's toys, I put away all of the stuffies for a while. We have some (relatively) indestructible dog toys, and things like tennis balls (motto: a super fun toy if you enjoy pooping out bits of felt), and that seems to keep the dogs happy. Today, though, everyone needed a little cheering up. I found a battered old teddy bear in the bag of "Duncan's stuff from before," and his joy at rediscovering his old pal was... enthusiastic. Duncan and The Bear from woulda on Vimeo.
We are stuck at home, but are warm and fed and unscathed. This doesn't make for scintillating blogging material, I'm afraid. (Dear World, Today I made banana bread while it snowed. Then the kids ate it. TRULY I AM A PIONEER. Love, Mir.) Remember when I told you that Duncan plays for the Bats? He generally prefers to chew on Licorice, but when she tires of that, he does work on his football moves. Behold: Snow Day: Dogs Gone Wild! from woulda on Vimeo.
The big, exciting news from here this week is that Duncan is finally the picture of health. His skin is pink and unblemished, his hair is growing back in where it had been lost, his face is free of irritation, his legs are working well... even his nails are neatly trimmed! Basically Duncan is the poster child for puppy rehabilitation (just so long as you don't mind your perfect puppy looking like someone smashed him in the face with a frying pan, that is). I remain deeply aggravated by all the things that were wrong with him (and how uncomfortable he must've been, poor pumpkin) when he came...
Oh, look. I haven't been here for a week. No explanation or anything, just *poof*---GONE. If it's any consolation, that week took about three years, in my mind. What? That doesn't help? Well, now I'm just going to make it worse by saying, "We are all fine (now) but due to the nature of this particular suckitude, I am not at liberty to discuss it at this time." And now I want to punch myself in the face, so we're all on the same page, I think. [I know. I KNOW. Here, let me give you details as best I can: Something Really Scary And Sucky happened, and while we were trying to deal with that,...
We've crested the three-week mark with Duncan, so I thought you might like to know how he's doing. I'm kidding, of course. I don't care if you care how he's doing. He's my SMUSHY LITTLE BABYKINS SWEETIEBOY and one of the only one of my children whose problems I can actually solve (the other one with solvable problems is, of course, Licorice), so I'm going to tell you about him whether you care or not. I'm selfish like that. But seriously... ... if this face doesn't make you start talking in a high-pitched baby voice, I just don't know what to tell you. The really super-great most fantastic...
The Great Doggie Integration Experiment of 2013 continues apace. Licorice continues to endure, while Duncan continues to try to figure out what in the world is happening. It turns out that his former owners weren't kidding when they said he was "very food motivated," so with liberal application of treats, we're making good progress with him. A fairly typical tableau. Perhaps my favorite part of dog ownership is watching Otto interact with our furry children. He was... let's say... a little lukewarm when we adopted Licorice, and again when we procured Duncan. This is just how Otto operates. I...
