Thursday, February 26, 2015
Although February is pretty much over, Mommy is still hoping against hope that she will have another snow day this school year. Some people grow weary of winter (like Daddy), but not Mommy! She can never have too much snow. The weather experts predicted just as BIG a winter this year as we had last year, but that's only becoming a reality for those who live in New England! There's a chance Mommy might not like the snow as much if she lived there and had to go to school until the end of June. We did enjoy having Mommy home for a couple days, but we would certainly welcome more!
Mommy still has her snow decorations up just in case. She hangs her silver snowflakes on the chandeliers in the kitchen and dining room. I guess they'll stay in place until March officially arrives.
And in other places in the house . . . Dixie doesn't count as a decoration, but she's still a cutie isn't she?
Of course, there's always the chance a snow storm could arrive in March too! Crossing our paws . . .
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Recently I told you about my sister Dixie getting into the Girl Scout cookies. Today, I'm back to my usual food subject, Jenna. Mommy likes to relax in bed with a good book and a cup of coffee early on Saturday mornings. Dixie and Jenna like to join her when they can. Mommy got out of bed to tend to me when she heard a lapping sound. She is nice enough to keep a bowl of water upstairs for her four-legged children, but knew the sound wasn't coming from that direction . . .
Suddenly Mommy remembered her delicious cup of coffee on the nightstand. Jenna was lapping up all of that goodness! Mommy screeched and ran over to the scene of the crime. There was coffee splattered EVERYWHERE! It was on the book, the nightstand, the bed sheets, the pillows, EVERYWHERE!
You should know Jenna is the messiest of the three of us. We have to keep a beach towel on the floor in front of the kitchen water bowl to catch all of her spills. Mommy does not like "the look" of this towel, but she really has no choice. The mats sold by pet stores for water bowls are no where near big enough for Jenna's mess. Even with this precaution, there have a been a few times when Mommy and Daddy have slipped on the water and taken their own spills!
Several hours later, when Mommy was dusting down the hall she heard the lapping noise a second time. She ran into the bedroom to see Jenna at it once again. (Why didn't Mommy remove the mug after the first incident?? There's no telling what goes on in the minds of the females in this house!) Mommy ran into the bedroom to see Jenna standing on the bed again and the mug was literally standing on its edge as Jenna used her tongue to clean out the last drops of coffee. Mommy froze and for a split second, she actually considered looking for the camera to see if she could capture this image. Then sanity took back over and she grabbed the cup from Jenna's jowls!
It's a good thing Mommy has a whole latte love for not only her coffee, but for Jenna as well!
PS: You may notice those tissues are looking a little bedraggled. Jenna was snacking on those too! Apparently the morning paper goes well with coffee! I could have told her that!
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
On our "snow" day a few weeks ago, Neighbor Mike came over to say hello. He brought his dawg Buster (a long time friend of Hunter) and his fairly new dawg Homer. We had lots of fun together and probably could have continued to play for a while, but our humans grew cold.
Mike always carries treats in his pockets (just one of the reasons we love having him over), and he was feeling especially generous that day. He shared LOTS of treats with us. Mommy said it looked like he was feeding the pigeons since we flocked around him.
Usually Jenna is the one who hounds Mike for treats, but Jenna was too busy playing Keep the Frisbee Away from Homer. Homer preferred playing Tug-of-War.
Buster is only a month older than Hunter. He spent his time eating snow, just like Hunter does. They are both pretty much at the same stage in life . . . old men!
Maybe we'll have another snow day soon and Neighbor Mike can come over to play again. Or maybe Mike can just come over to share treats with us "just because" . . . just an idea!
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Cue the music. Can you hear Etta James singing "At Last"? My love has indeed come along and it's in the form of SNOW!!!!
We finally have a snow day worth mentioning. (Does 3-5 inches count?) It comes on the heels of President's Day, so Mommy will be able to enjoy two days off in a row! Whoo-hoo!!! Well, she actually cleaned and worked on school stuff yesterday, but at least she was home. Today, we actually went outside and PLAYED!!!
Our most recent snow experience started Saturday night while Mommy and Daddy were eating out to celebrate V-Day. It was a beautiful snow, but Mommy said it came down fast and stuck to the roads. The fifty mile per hour winds did NOT help and it was almost whiteout conditions on the way home. Add the temperature in the single digits and sub-zero wind chill and it was like I was back in Minne-SNOW-ta! All of this did not bother me since I was born and bred there. My parents have started calling me Boney Maroney since I am so skinny, but that doesn't stop me from enjoying a good snow.
More snow began falling late last night. We started making trails this morning at 6AM. You can see mine on the left and Jenna's on the right. Dixie never goes out first thing; she waits until after breakfast.
We went out to play with Mommy an hour or so later. Dixie took a tennis ball (naturally) and Jenna took a new throwing toy she has. She has almost ripped her old toy into two pieces and it doesn't go very far with all of its holes.
No one took a toy for me, so I had to help myself! Jenna wasn't happy and her new toy ended up with a few holes in it.
We had fun playing in the snow and getting snow faced! Dixie was the only one who didn't lose control. She was too busy searching for her tennis ball which became lost in the snow.
I continued to sing my heart out over the excitement of the snow!
I ended the morning with Taylor Swift's "Shake it Off!"
We then came back inside to see Daddy off to work. He maintains people with "real" jobs still have to go to work on days like this. If that's truly the case, then I'll vote for Mommy's "fake" job any day! Or maybe she's just a better negotiator . . . no snow days, summers, nights, or weekends . . . who's keeping it real now, Daddy??
Here's to snow days and breaks from "fake" jobs!
Saturday, February 14, 2015
We're pretty sure we've told you this, but Daddy calls today V-D . . . not exactly the nicest of things to say. We think he secretly likes Valentine's Day since he and Mommy started dating right before the holiday NINETEEN years ago. After all, where would he be without her? He says he'd be in a cabin out West where he could hole up and do all the hunting and fishing he wanted with no one to bother him! He debates whether he'd take us along or not, but we digress.
Daddy never fails to do something nice for Mommy on this holiday like send flowers or surprise her with a new piece of jewelry, or both! And they always go out to eat to celebrate as well. Many people say this holiday is just an excuse for the commercial world to make more money (and that's probably true), but Mommy eats it all up . . . preferably covered in milk chocolate!
No matter how you spend today, we hope you know you're loved and we appreciate you reading our blog.
Sending our love wrapped up in wags and kisses just for you! Enjoy the day!
Hunter, Dixie & Jenna
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Have you ever had to practice tough When I was a puppy, tough love came in the form of a crate. It took a while for me to become used to staying in my crate and I wasn't happy about it. Mommy rejoiced when I was finally crate trained. Considering my past tough love experience, it's a miracle I enjoy hanging out in my crate now!
Mommy and Daddy are again trying tough love with Hunter, but it's not going so well. Tough love for Hunter comes in the form of a baby gate. The baby gate has been placed at the bottom of the stairs to prevent Hunter from going up and down. He loves to be wherever the action is, and he doesn't let a little hip and back pain stop him. Except for when it's time to come back down the steps . . . then the pain stops him. Or at the very least slows him down. Hunter has the privilege of sleeping upstairs with our parents, but it takes a while for Mommy to coax him downstairs in the mornings. Mommy plans extra time in the mornings to play with us, but she doesn't work begging and pleading on the steps into her busy mornings.
My parents are trying to keep Hunter downstairs at night. They've even let us girls sleep anywhere we want downstairs too (as in, not in our crate) to keep him company. The evening starts off fine, but at some point Hunter becomes fully awake and realizes he needs to potty. He starts with a low whine, but when help doesn't come he cranks the whine up to an all out BARK! Mommy has Mommy Ears and she hears any noises we make during the night (truly, Daddy thinks she makes noises up, but she's always right).
It's as if when he sleeps upstairs, he knows going downstairs to potty isn't an option, so he pushes through the night. When he's downstairs, the outside is so close, but yet far enough away that he needs to start barking for help.
So Mommy has a dilemma. She can either try to ignore the whines and barks, or she can add extra stair time to her mornings. So far, she hasn't decided on the best option. She's still deluding herself that she can follow through on the tough love plan. I mention only Mommy at this point because somehow Daddy is blessed with the ability to sleep through it all! Lucky him!
Personally I think Mommy will do everything in her power to help Hunter up and down the stairs for as long as she (and he) can . . .
That lift chair is looking more promising by the day!
PS: You may have noticed that rug moves around frequently to help ease Hunter's fear of the hardwood floors!
Friday, February 6, 2015
Have you ever had a PBP? No, that's not a typo. I'm not talking about a PBJ sandwich. I'm talking about a Peanut Butter and Pill sandwich. This wonderful concoction is a brainstorm of Daddy's intelligent mind . . .
Daddy took over parenting duties for the MLK holiday weekend while Mommy met Grandma and Poppa in Williamsburg. Mommy had a great time, and so did I thanks to Daddy's ingenuity. Mommy was a bit worried about Daddy having to give me all of those meds. She left him specific instructions for how she usually gives me pills. But being the man he is, Daddy totally ignored those instructions and devised a better way!
Daddy created the PBP: Peanut Butter and Pill Sandwich!!! If you haven't tried to take your medicine this way, I highly recommend it! Seriously YUMMY!!! My Daddy is so smart! Only he would think of such a great way of giving me my meds. This is so much better than a pill pocket or just covering the pills in a tiny bit of peanut butter like Mommy does.
Mommy liked Daddy's idea so well, she continued it upon her return. I've been enjoying PBPs all week!
Way to go Daddy! (And Mommy doubted you . . . )
Monday, February 2, 2015
The night before our "blizzard" arrived, Daddy built a fire in the fireplace. As soon as he finished building the fire and it really started roaring, the power went out. The power in this house goes out pretty regularly when we have any kind of storm (anything from rain to a hurricane and everything in between!). Daddy immediately went to the garage to start up the generator. He can't stand the thoughts of being without power, so we've had a generator since two hurricanes ago.
In the mean time, Mommy just relaxed in the dark with only the firelight. She didn't even make a move to find a flashlight. But someone else made a move . . .
(That's me blocking Mommy's view of the fireplace!)
Mommy could tell one of the girls was sniffing around the coffee table, but had no idea what might be of interest there. Suddenly Dixie grabbed something and ran to her crate. Mommy heard the smacking of jaws and decided she needed to investigate. She used the flashlight app on her phone to see that there were two Hershey's miniatures on the coffee table that Daddy must have been planning to snack on. She was terribly worried that Dixie had eaten a mini chocolate bar, but it wasn't really Dixie's style to eat the wrapper (we weren't talking about Jenna, after all!).
Mommy was still thinking about it when Daddy returned to the scene of the crime. He noticed his snack was gone and asked Mommy if she had eaten his cookies. That's when the truth came out. Dixie hadn't eaten a chocolate bar; she had helped herself to GIRL SCOUT COOKIES!!!! The peanut butter pattie kind. You know, peanut butter on a cookie covered in CHOCOLATE!!!
Did you know these are called Tagalongs in some parts of the country??
We're assuming Dixie didn't eat enough chocolate to hurt her, and so far so good. She said they were yummy. I guess Jenna and I will never know because security has tightened up around here since the incident. Girl Scout cookies are apparently a big deal. Mommy never fails to tell us each and every year that she was the top cookie seller for two years in a row when she was younger . . . much younger! I'm sure Grandma would remind Mommy the honors are due in part to her and Poppa taking the sales form to work! Just a minor technicality there, Mommy!
Kudos to Dixie for her bravery and ingenuity in the absence of electricty!
PS: The power was only out for forty-five minutes!