Since I am officially off today due to Hurricane Irene, I thought I would take the time to get in a little blogging/progging. I know I promised this next blog would be about our dogs, but I have to add a few progging updates first. I think I'm losing my mind! This pregnant brain situation seems to be escalating rapidly. I now forget conversations that I have had, and I forget my thought mid-sentence at times. My latest was to walk around a school with one earring on yesterday. I saw around 5 teachers before the sweet nurse (bless her heart:) decided to let me know. As most of you know, I like large earrings. I had taken one off while talking on my cell phone in the car, and I forgot to put it back on before going into the school. I know this is a little thing. I can't really say that I wouldn't have done it without being pregnant, but I think moments like these are becoming more common. I have now resorted to taking a notebook with me everywhere I go.
I also really think it is funny how you get used to feeling a baby kick inside your stomach. I remember asking my sister how it felt when Reese would move, and she responsed, "oh you know, it just feels like someone is poking and moving in your belly." Of course, I had no idea what that felt like, and it all seemed a little too sci-fi for me. How could you possibly get used to something kicking and moving inside of you?! Well..I now know you do. It has started to feel so natural and just part of my every day routine. I know that I'm going to miss feeling her move after she is born.
Ok..on to the dogs. We have 2 large babies. Eddie is our chocolate lab weighing in around 93 pounds, and he will be 6 this December. Ace is our blue weimaraner weighing in at a healthy 95 pounds, and he will be 5 in November. Here are a few pics:  |
| Yes, they get half of the couch. |
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| Excuse the look..first thing in the morning:) |
Eddie is John's baby. He was around 6 months old when we started dating. Ace is my baby, and I don't deny that I have spoiled him rotten! Poor thing, he is in for a rude awakening when Quinn comes. I think they are going to adjust well to her arrival. I like to picture Eddie (our protector) sleeping under her crib to guard her during the night.
Eddie (aka Big Tuna):
I love to play with my brother at times. Most of the time he drives me crazy with biting my back legs and jumping on top of me to play. He doesn't always get the hint that I've had enough, and then I have to get a little rough with him so he will leave me alone. I understand that my role is to protect my family. This can mean that I have to bark at any sound or movement outside of our house. Sometimes just barking once isn't enough, I need to follow the dog or walkers around the house and bark at them through every window I can.
I think that I'm a 10 pound lap dog, and I have no idea why Mom and Dad don't like for me to be in their lap all the time. I LOVE having my ears rubbed. The water in the bowl is ok for Ace, but I definitely prefer to drink out of the sink or bath tub. Ace really doesn't understand how to do this. Which is fine with me.
I absolutely hate getting my feet wet when it rains. I will stay inside until I cannot stand it any longer before going outside to go the restroom. This can mean that I wake Mom and Dad up around 2am to go outside. I'm so thankful they are so understanding about this. They like to try to make me go outside earlier on those days by forcing me to go on the porch. I know they are just trying to get me to face my fears, but I'm just not ready for that. That's about it for me lately.
Ace: (aka. Ace Monkey):
I am the baby. I almost have my parents trained on what I need, but sometimes I have to yell at them. They don't always seem to understand, so then I need to show them what I want. For example: when I'm hungry, I try to let them know by picking my bowl up and throwing it across the kitchen. If this doesn't work, I whine. Then I resort to actually going into the room they are in to make sure they have heard me. Eddie let me eat his food for awhile, and I got up to around 120 pounds. This was heaven to me. Then Mom got worried after the vet talked to her. After that, she tried to take me on walks, go to the dog park, or get me to fetch, but I quickly told her I hated those things. She would try to show me how much fun walking was, but I showed her by laying in the road after around 10 minutes. I would only move if she promised we were going back to the house. Fat and happy is the life for me, but then she limited my food. I do feel better now, and I have a lot more energy. I still get extra food every now and then. Sometimes Dad doesn't know Mom has already fed me, and I go and stand by my bowl to get extra food. They seem to eat everytime they are in the kitchen..why can't I??
My favorite place to sleep is right in bed next to my parents, but they only let me do this if I beg really early on a weekend morning. My mom is the best, and I usually only want her to get up with me in the mornings. I just go to her side of the bed and whine a little or poke her. When I get really excited in the house, I like to run suicides across our living and dining room. Everyone laughs when I do it. It never seems to get old. I like to be under blankets and tables when I sleep..just makes me feel safer. I sleep on my back with all 4 paws stretched out.
I LOVE playing with my brother. He doesn't always want to play at first, but I'm pretty persistent. He growls at me, and he sometimes bites my nose or ear, but I know he is just playing with me. He always comes around.
I think every new person should be greeted by me jumping on them and kissing them. It's just for the first 5 minutes you are here. So come and visit anytime!
