Monthly Archives: November 2013

If I’m dead in the morning

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As if our lives weren’t crazy enough right now, I went and got a dog today. We’ve been planning on getting a dog, but since our apartment still isn’t done (we’re still living with family) and money is perpetually tight, I figured it would be after the 1st of the year. THEN I looked on Craigslist. He was cute and the price was right. Now I have an 18 month old German Shepherd mix. He was advertised as an Aussie mix but he has the body of a German Shepherd. After I saw him I HAD to take him. The couple’s son was allergic and the dog had spent 2 months at some friend’s house and he was a mess. He is literally skin and bones, and hair, they had bathed him twice and he’s still dirty. He was also horribly matted. My brother and I took almost an hour to get the mats from behind his ears, they were almost matted down, poor guy. Somehow in the emergency grooming session my brother thought I called him “Argo” and it stuck. It was pretty clear the couple were unhappy with his condition and were also anxious to find him a good home. They got him back from their friend yesterday. 

Oh yeah, if I’m dead in the morning it’s because the boyfriend may kill me. Argo is having some separation anxiety, specifically if he is separated from ME. He was supposed to spend the night in his kennel in the basement with the older daughter. He wouldn’t stop crying so right now he’s hanging out with me while I wait for Bitty to wear herself out. At that point he will most likely end up sleeping in the room with us. 

So you’ll know who do blame if I never wake up!

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On Toddlers

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I actually wrote this a couple of weeks ago, prior to my near death experience with pneumonia.

There are few things as wonderful and amusing as a toddler. My daughter is 20 months old now and everyday she makes me smile. Today, she learned how to draw on the walls. She was very proud of herself.

Her dad told me “I know she’s my daughter because she licked dip off the sleeve of her shirt.” I almost died laughing!. I love the “I know she’s your daughter because…” game. She is so like her dad sometimes. She throws things when she’s mad, has his hot red-head temper. Her anger fades quickly, though, which is a blessing.

She started working on her first trip to the emergency room today. She climbed up on the arm of my sister’s couch, said “ready, set, go!” and jumped onto the couch. She almost fell a couple of times, once she belly-flopped. We’re just waiting fr the split head and stitches.

My niece is 3 and weighs the same as Bitty, she’s just taller. As a three year old, Anna believes the word revolves around her. She tends to get mad a Bitty often and take things away from her. My sister told me today how funny she thinks it is when Bitty attacks Anna “like a sumo wrestler”. She just uses her low center of gravity and stockiness to take Anna down.

We are also teacher her to do ‘ta-da’s. Getting her to throw her arms in the air and say’ ta-da’. Bitty has an older sister that wanted to be in gymnastics REALLY badly when she was little. It turns out that she really only wanted to do ‘ta-das.’ So she would go around the house going  ‘ta-da’!. In honor of this, we are teaching Bitty. Her pronunciation is a bit off, though , instead of ‘ta-DA’, it’s more like “TA-da”. Pretty cute, actually.