I hate my dogs.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Puppy Antics
When I came home today what I walked in to find was interesting. It makes me angry/sad/annoyed/bitter/resentful/furious and wrathful. All at once. What I saw was a torn up couch cushion, a black banana peel - chewed up (I have NO idea where the dogs could have found that) a chewed up horse figurine, two dog beds strewn across the living room floor, one chewed up plastic spoon, a few torn up tissues and paper towels, some sort of wetness on the coffee table, pee all over the kitchen floor (which was better than all over the living room carpet) and other misc chewed up items all over the floor. As I speak Jasper is running around the living room floor attempting to itch his "behind" as he has not mastered the art of "scooting". And I am still trying to get it through both Ruthie AND Jasper's minds that wrestling on the couch, especially next to me is not allowed.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Jasper
We got a new puppy a few weeks ago. We picked him because one, he looks like ruthie. Two, he was born with no tail. He was special and cute all because of that. But after having him home for a few weeks I'm beginning to realize that not having a tail isn't great at all!! He is having a hard time in the potty training department and so now when he has to go #2 and we are around he'll back up in to a corner and go.. But without a tail, it just comes straight out. There is no tail to shoot it down to the ground. So when he backs into a corner against a wall... HE POOPS ON THE WALL!
The first few times it happened we didn't actually see it and we could not figure out how he could get it to stick on the walls/doors. But finally about a week ago I witnessed this oddity. Luckily, it wasn't just me there to see it because I wouldn't have been able to get anyone to believe that it happened had they not witnessed it with their own eyes.
Needless to say, he is a very special puppy and there are days where I just want to put him outside and never let him back in. Ever. But he's cute and he's calmed the crazy Ruthie down quite a bit. So I guess its a good balance.
Friday, January 23, 2009
My Experience at the Gym...
So I was at the gym yesterday and I witnessed one of the funniest things ever. But it was also one of the saddest and I feel kind of bad for the guy this happened to....
I usually go in the "women's only" area... Not this time. I decided to venture out and so I could plug my headphones in and watch some TV on those little screens that they have on some of the machines... I was on one of the bikes in the very back and this person two rows up caught my eye. He was a younger guy, he had some pretty big muscles... He was really really REALLY ripped. And no, I did not notice him for the reasons your thinking of or probably the obvious reasons that I just mentioned. He was on a treadmill and I noticed him because his phone started ringing really loud. I'm talking, unusually loud. So loud that everyone turned to look to see where the horrible screeching phone noise was coming from. When he realized that everyone was looking at him and that it was HIS phone ringing he began to fumble around in his gym short pockets to get his phone. He was fumbling so hard for it (obviously embarrassed) that his shorts came partially off. Now, I don't know how this happened. It could have been because he was running and must not have had his draw strings tight or it could have been the combination of running somewhat fast and both hands in each pocket.. No one will ever know. Anyway, they came partially down so you could see his red boxer briefs (that's right, red to match his red shorts) but not enough to where you could see any of his bare leg... At this point his only concern was to pull his shorts back up to where they were supposed to be. At this point, his phone had stopped ringing but another loud sound came from his shorts. It was just three loud beeps that must indicate a voice mail. He got his pants back up and went to go for his phone for a second time and it began ringing again. This time, instead of not being able to get his phone due to his pants falling down he stumbles and falls to the ground. And when I saw ground I mean the treadmill ground. His phone still ringing.
Everyone within a 5 foot radius jumped off whatever they were doing to help him and see if he was okay. I stayed where I was and continued what I was doing. I was a good ways away from him but I had the perfect view of everything that was happening. Don't worry, had he not been okay or if there was any blood I would have been a little worried. But he was fine. He got up, went to the locker room and came back within ten minutes to continue his run on the same machine.
I usually go in the "women's only" area... Not this time. I decided to venture out and so I could plug my headphones in and watch some TV on those little screens that they have on some of the machines... I was on one of the bikes in the very back and this person two rows up caught my eye. He was a younger guy, he had some pretty big muscles... He was really really REALLY ripped. And no, I did not notice him for the reasons your thinking of or probably the obvious reasons that I just mentioned. He was on a treadmill and I noticed him because his phone started ringing really loud. I'm talking, unusually loud. So loud that everyone turned to look to see where the horrible screeching phone noise was coming from. When he realized that everyone was looking at him and that it was HIS phone ringing he began to fumble around in his gym short pockets to get his phone. He was fumbling so hard for it (obviously embarrassed) that his shorts came partially off. Now, I don't know how this happened. It could have been because he was running and must not have had his draw strings tight or it could have been the combination of running somewhat fast and both hands in each pocket.. No one will ever know. Anyway, they came partially down so you could see his red boxer briefs (that's right, red to match his red shorts) but not enough to where you could see any of his bare leg... At this point his only concern was to pull his shorts back up to where they were supposed to be. At this point, his phone had stopped ringing but another loud sound came from his shorts. It was just three loud beeps that must indicate a voice mail. He got his pants back up and went to go for his phone for a second time and it began ringing again. This time, instead of not being able to get his phone due to his pants falling down he stumbles and falls to the ground. And when I saw ground I mean the treadmill ground. His phone still ringing.
Everyone within a 5 foot radius jumped off whatever they were doing to help him and see if he was okay. I stayed where I was and continued what I was doing. I was a good ways away from him but I had the perfect view of everything that was happening. Don't worry, had he not been okay or if there was any blood I would have been a little worried. But he was fine. He got up, went to the locker room and came back within ten minutes to continue his run on the same machine.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
15 months... 15 MONTHS!!?!!?!
Yes thats right. In two days Amir will be 15 months. I have to say, he is the cutest little boy I've ever seen. He has
been doing awesome with lea
rning all his sign language. Which is a lifesaver to me because he isn't quite talking yet. Yeah, he repeats what I say but usually he doesn't do it himself.. Unless of course he see's a dog, bird or other animal... Then he is more than happy to say what he see's!!
He's also got six teeth and more cutting through right now. He is so slobbery!
He is getting his cute cute CUTE personality. We went to a furniture store today and he was running around all over the place. He found a statue of a dog and when I finally caught up with him he was standing there signing dog and saying "ruff ruff ruff".
We also have to lock him out of the bathrooms.. On his ninja days he gets in the bathroom (without
a peep) and he'll either lift the lid to the toilet, yes I have found bread, toy cars etc in the toilet or he's trying to get in the bathtub... Our bathtub is no small feat...Its one of those jetted tubs that are really really really deep... Picture this... A tall bathtub and a little boy trying to get in, one foot on the ground and the other foot all the way up on the top of the tub... Yeah... Flexible? He loves his baths.
New House
I would like to start off in saying that YES - I am a slacker... I have so much to post that I don't have time in this five minutes I have to write...
Anyway, we bought our first home. We are in Midvale now and its a cute little neighborhood. Its a three bedroom, two bathroom home. The backyard is pretty awesome and the rest of the yard is getting fenced in as I type. In short, I love it! I love the area that we are in. I admit, I was a little afraid of being this far south but I LOVE IT!
Its been a couple weeks since we moved in (we moved in the week before Christmas) and Ruthie is still a little nervous. In fact, she pretty much had a daily nervous breakdown... Which leads me to my next point, I've been looking at another Rat Terrier puppy... He's a cute, chocolate tri colored male... You know what that means!!! CUTE TRI COLOR PUPPIES!
:)
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