Showing posts with label puppy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label puppy. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
The adventures of Captain America
Yesterday just might have been the craziest day we have had yet.
Up at 5:30am, on the road by 6:30am...
two hours of traffic before we hit our destination. Talk about being tired before your day really even starts. Stress that comes with it aside, the day was beyond amazing. My face is sunburned from spending the day in the sun, but I am so thankful it turned out to be such a great day weather wise.
By the time we were on the road to head home again, it was past the boys bedtime and we still needed to stop for dinner. McDonalds at 8pm on the road was the best we could do.
We didn't get home till after 9pm. The boys burst into the door yelling Captain America's name. Followed by screams of Ewwww!
I'm saying it now. We totally had our reservations about leaving a puppy home for an undetermined amount of time. Though we are crating, knowing it would be a a really long day didn't seem fair to leave him in the crate when he's still getting used to it. Al made a huge space for him in the living room, complete with food, water, pee pads, toys, his blanket ... all enclosed by the big superyard we used to use for the boys. He called it Captain America's Palace for the day. And just in case he got out (though he assured me it was not possible) he blocked off the kitchen door.
Guess what y'all. This puppy hopped the superyard. He can barely hoist himself onto the couch most days, but he could hop the superyard ... which is Higher than then couch. Because of course. In fact, from the looks of the living room he may not have spent a full 20 minutes in that enclosure before going on to wreck the living room, pee on my sweater and cover half the room (himself included) in poop.
Oh.my.gah!
We got the kids to bed, Al started cleaning the living room and I dragged Captain America into the bath tub. This 22 pound puppy fought me like crazy and I ended up just as wet as him. I'm also sure he was not.sorry.at.all. Just upset he had to get wet. Look at this face. It says Mommy is torturing me.
By the time I finished getting him dry it was after 10pm. And I don't think Al finished cleaning till about 11. Don't even get me started on the issue of Danny's dream light that should not have been in the living room. (If anyone has any tips on how to clean THAT without ruining it, I would greatly appreciate it.)
I would like to say the night calmed down after that... but you know it didn't. This morning I nearly lost my ish on the boys - and the dog - none of whom slept in at all after getting so little sleep. The first thing I did after getting the Big Guy to school was get.coffee! And now I am trying to get caught up from yesterday.
Never a dull moment anymore with Captain America. Never.
Up at 5:30am, on the road by 6:30am...
two hours of traffic before we hit our destination. Talk about being tired before your day really even starts. Stress that comes with it aside, the day was beyond amazing. My face is sunburned from spending the day in the sun, but I am so thankful it turned out to be such a great day weather wise.
By the time we were on the road to head home again, it was past the boys bedtime and we still needed to stop for dinner. McDonalds at 8pm on the road was the best we could do.
We didn't get home till after 9pm. The boys burst into the door yelling Captain America's name. Followed by screams of Ewwww!
I'm saying it now. We totally had our reservations about leaving a puppy home for an undetermined amount of time. Though we are crating, knowing it would be a a really long day didn't seem fair to leave him in the crate when he's still getting used to it. Al made a huge space for him in the living room, complete with food, water, pee pads, toys, his blanket ... all enclosed by the big superyard we used to use for the boys. He called it Captain America's Palace for the day. And just in case he got out (though he assured me it was not possible) he blocked off the kitchen door.
Guess what y'all. This puppy hopped the superyard. He can barely hoist himself onto the couch most days, but he could hop the superyard ... which is Higher than then couch. Because of course. In fact, from the looks of the living room he may not have spent a full 20 minutes in that enclosure before going on to wreck the living room, pee on my sweater and cover half the room (himself included) in poop.
Oh.my.gah!
We got the kids to bed, Al started cleaning the living room and I dragged Captain America into the bath tub. This 22 pound puppy fought me like crazy and I ended up just as wet as him. I'm also sure he was not.sorry.at.all. Just upset he had to get wet. Look at this face. It says Mommy is torturing me.
By the time I finished getting him dry it was after 10pm. And I don't think Al finished cleaning till about 11. Don't even get me started on the issue of Danny's dream light that should not have been in the living room. (If anyone has any tips on how to clean THAT without ruining it, I would greatly appreciate it.)
I would like to say the night calmed down after that... but you know it didn't. This morning I nearly lost my ish on the boys - and the dog - none of whom slept in at all after getting so little sleep. The first thing I did after getting the Big Guy to school was get.coffee! And now I am trying to get caught up from yesterday.
Never a dull moment anymore with Captain America. Never.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Wordless Wednesday - Puppy pick up edition
We tried taking Captain America on a short walk yesterday - just one block. We discovered he is afraid of tiny dogs that bark in yards ... and any cars that pass by. Al had to pick him up and carry him.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Preparing for the puppy
I have so many things I want to write about lately... but only so much I can say. Which is when I stop writing as much. And I hate that. I get sidetracked by what I want to talk about but can't, and forget to focus on the stuff I can.
The twins inspired today's post.
In case you missed last week's Facebook announcement, we are bringing home a puppy in a few weeks. Surprising the boys and everything. A friend of ours has two purebred American Bulldogs - that had two puppies last month. Al and I spent some time talking it over and I picked one out.
How freaking cute is he!!! They are BOTH adorable. And so small right now that two of them fit into a laundry basket with extra room. Which one to pick was not the easiest choice. I fell in love with the little gray spots on the side and back on this guy in the front and that was it. He was mine. (Did I mention he let me hold him like a little baby too?)
Right now his name is Champ. Al thought we would leave it up to the boys whether we keep the name or change it. I told him no way could we do that, they will come up with Poop ... or Cuddles ... or something else crazy.
Want to know how well I know my kids?
Over the weekend Al told the boys he was thinking of changing his name and he was taking suggestions. The Doodle Bop told him he should change it to Poop.
This morning I was at Target with just the twins (the Big Guy was at school) and the boys happened to spot the aisle with dog food as I drove the cart by. We have NOT talked about the puppy while the boys are awake. Out of nowhere they point to the dog food and start asking when we can get a puppy.
What does Mommy say? I asked.
We know. When we get a new house. They even answered together (because of course).
From there they went on and on about how they were going to get a puppy - a boy puppy - so there will be FIVE BOYS in Mommy's house and no other girls. And then? They started in on names. All without a word from me. I was pushing the cart and wondering where this all came from.
Want to hear the list?
Poopie
Mr. Poopie
Steak
Hulk
Thor
Captain Puppy
Dog
Cuddles (what did I tell y'all!)
Buttercup (yes for a boy dog)
And then they came up with it. The perfect name for their puppy.
Butterscotch Beef Jerky.
Butterscotch would be his first name, Beef jerky his middle name. Obviously.
Oh.my.gah.
Insistent too. They laughed over dinner while telling Daddy and the Big Guy their story. The Big Guy decided he loved the name too. You know, for the puppy they don't even know that they are getting.
I have a few weeks left to do some damage control. Throw your names at me!
The twins inspired today's post.
In case you missed last week's Facebook announcement, we are bringing home a puppy in a few weeks. Surprising the boys and everything. A friend of ours has two purebred American Bulldogs - that had two puppies last month. Al and I spent some time talking it over and I picked one out.
How freaking cute is he!!! They are BOTH adorable. And so small right now that two of them fit into a laundry basket with extra room. Which one to pick was not the easiest choice. I fell in love with the little gray spots on the side and back on this guy in the front and that was it. He was mine. (Did I mention he let me hold him like a little baby too?)
Right now his name is Champ. Al thought we would leave it up to the boys whether we keep the name or change it. I told him no way could we do that, they will come up with Poop ... or Cuddles ... or something else crazy.
Want to know how well I know my kids?
Over the weekend Al told the boys he was thinking of changing his name and he was taking suggestions. The Doodle Bop told him he should change it to Poop.
This morning I was at Target with just the twins (the Big Guy was at school) and the boys happened to spot the aisle with dog food as I drove the cart by. We have NOT talked about the puppy while the boys are awake. Out of nowhere they point to the dog food and start asking when we can get a puppy.
What does Mommy say? I asked.
We know. When we get a new house. They even answered together (because of course).
From there they went on and on about how they were going to get a puppy - a boy puppy - so there will be FIVE BOYS in Mommy's house and no other girls. And then? They started in on names. All without a word from me. I was pushing the cart and wondering where this all came from.
Want to hear the list?
Poopie
Mr. Poopie
Steak
Hulk
Thor
Captain Puppy
Dog
Cuddles (what did I tell y'all!)
Buttercup (yes for a boy dog)
And then they came up with it. The perfect name for their puppy.
Butterscotch Beef Jerky.
Butterscotch would be his first name, Beef jerky his middle name. Obviously.
Oh.my.gah.
Insistent too. They laughed over dinner while telling Daddy and the Big Guy their story. The Big Guy decided he loved the name too. You know, for the puppy they don't even know that they are getting.
I have a few weeks left to do some damage control. Throw your names at me!
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