Little Nothings

Just a few things we (mostly Katie) learned the past few weeks...

-Treebeard is voiced by John Rhys Davies (aka Gimli). Who knew, huh?!

-4 month old puppies should lose off-leash-privileges-in-the-front-yard to avoid potential catastrophes with the neighbors.

-Ticks hurt when they bite.

-Keeping track of seventeen 12-year-old girls at girls camp requires mucho, mucho brain power. I thought Ryker was a trial in patience and then I became reacquainted with puberty.

-It can be so humid that you sweat in the shower. What fun huh?! It avoids having to do laundry for towels, because there's no point, right?

-Husband and I have found equality in marriage already (11 month anniversary on Saturday- woot!). He crushes on Iron man, and I crush on Thor. We've seen the Avengers. Maybe twice.

-Never say 'Ok, we'll let puppy sleep in bed with us just tonight, just because it's the weekend.' That weekend night stretches into every night, and soon enough you wake every morning, (or every 2 am) to a wet nose snivelling at your throat. With great love, of course.

-Dogs get allergies! Ryker has blown some level 10 snot rockets lately, and wakes himself up sneezing and yawning, sometimes simultaneously. I giggle every time, but mostly because his tongue is like 8 feet long.

Hopeless...

Conversation. Of. The. Day

Video chatting with the in laws, whom Katie adores, when The Shrew commences destructive chewing on couch. In a voice filled with warning she says-

Katie: Ryker, keep that up and you're fixin' for a nap.

Stops. Gasps. Stares at husband in surprise and then wails-

Katie: Oh no! The south is getting to me!

Dear Football Gods...

Husband came downstairs to ask me if something was wrong with his hand, and if so, could it wait until tomorrow to get fixed?

I told him no, something was wrong with his head. Then quickly snapped a picture, like any loving wife would do.

I'd like to tell you these were injuries sustained from saving a child from an out of control car, but they weren't. They are the results of a mandatory weekly football game between MCCC classes in which they wear a shirt that says 'Moonwalkers' for a jersey and have a picture of Michael Jackson on the back. 

Does that tell you how seriously these games should be taken?

We had a little talk about the importance of not sacrificing our bodies to the gods of football, as they don't respond very kindly.

The 6-8 weeks in a splint will help take care of that.

Let Sleeping Shrew's Lie

We've been garnering, over the past 6 weeks, snapshots of The Shrew in what should be his normal moments. 

You know, when he's sleeping and can conform to normal moments of dog.

They really never happen.

This is my personal favorite below and I don't think it needs explaining.

He's in the car on my lap in this one below.

My second favorite.

That right paw you can see flung out? I call it his gay paw. He swats at things with it.

You can't see him, but he's in there.

YOU are a dogface...

Conversation. Of. The. Day

Sitting on the lovesac cuddling while the Furry Shrew is taking a nap. Husband leans in to give Katie a big fat kiss on the lips and stops seconds before, centimeters away from said luscious lips to observe-

"Smells like dog."

Katie, stunned, blinks. Immediately his eyes widen in panic and backpedaling commences.

"The Lovesac! The Lovesac! Not you! You don't smell like a dog!"

Katie gains revenge by blogpost. She emerges victorious again.

Industrial Strength Parents

The Lovesac is where it's at, folks.

In many, many, many ways.

Ryker goes through stages in order to fall asleep, we realized this within a few days of him arriving. Fortunately we are real hard-noses and never give in to cuddling or affection, as you will see.

First he has to get comfortable. Trust me, he tests just about every position until he settles into the one where his cold, wet nose is pressed against your neck.

Then he cuts off your windpipe in order to ensure you won't change positions and wake him up
And finally sneaks around back in order to hide from the light, should it be on.
Then he gives up and starts all over again. True story. Actually, this is Husband trying to wake Ryker up for potty time. He was having none of it. Stubborn little mongrel he is, but we always win.
Lastly, but most importantly, not cuddling with his gristly, made-of-tougher-stuff-than-this mother that is secretly obsessed with him.

But seriously, as soon as I saw this picture I said, 'Whose dog is this?' Doesn't he look ginormous in his cute little lurpy stage? He's all legs and paws. We've had him three weeks and he's nearly doubled his weight. For the record, I was never told that they grow up.

Ok, at least not this fast.

He loves me!

Best Birthday Present Ever, No?