Now thats a relief....

I found the missing battery.




It was under the fridge waaaay at the back.




Now I can stop following the dog to see if she would shit one out.




I took my kidney off Craigslist {to pay for the vet bill if she didn't shit one out.}




It's been a good day.




Damn dog.





She did this in the time it took me to write this post. There used to be flowers in that spot. Not any more.

Riddle me this....

How bad is your Blog when a Dog's Blog gets more traffic than yours? {and no, it's not my Dog, although I may pimp her out a little more to increase my numbers. Effective? Yes. Ethical? No.}

No laughing people, it could happen to you....

Granted, the Dog is hawt and funny but hell, I can't let a dog kick my blogging arse!

And comments.. the damn canine gets more comments..come on people, don't let me down!

My entire self-worth is depending on YOU leaving a comment. Do you really want to be 'The One' who doesn't comment and I go off the deep end in an itsy bitsy yellow polka dot bikini?

I may not be able to lick my own ass but I do know some cool tricks. With enough alcohol, I just may share them with you *wink wink nudge nudge*














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And this is why.....

......God makes puppies, kittens and babies so damn cute. It's so you don't try to stuff them in a closet.

Never having had a puppy before I really had no idea what lay in store for me.
It can't be harder than a baby right? Right?

Wrong!!

Holy crapola this little fur-ball has me working hard. Up every 2 hours to let her out to pee. Standing in the dark backyard, plastic bag in hand calling "Go poops Tahoe, go poops" at 5am in the pouring rain is not my idea of a good time.

She gets so excited when let out of the kitchen that she promptly pees on the hardwood floors, even if she was just outside. She does understand that in the kitchen she she pees on the pad...the pads are exactly like the ones they use in the hospital after surgery etc. Sheesh, had I known that 5 years after having my c-section that I might need some of those pads, I would have 'borrowed' some. {yes I am a packrat}

At least I can finally use the baby-gate we got as a shower present 5 years ago. Not having stairs we never needed it till now.

The 2 previous furry rulers of the household are not liking the new addition. The Boys have been bug-eyed and puffed-up for days now. And what is it with cats moving in s.l.o.w. m.o.t.i.o.n. when they are freaked out? Do they think they become invisible? Of course puppy wants to play when she sees them and bounds up, a wriggling bundle of energy, and wonders why the cats are no so receptive. Soon enough she'll get the idea that a hissing kitty does not want to play.

But oh my goodness... she is adorable and sweet. Big J had already taught her to sit. And she does..every single time. My dog is a genius.

We have introduced to the neighbours dogs. One is a 4 month old pittbull who is very nice and the other one is some sort of black dog that looks like a hairy pig. They all play quite well together.

Tahoe also had a half-brother in the neighbourhood who is 6 months older. Same dad different moms. I noticed the other dog at the school yard and started chit-chatting with the owner. Turns out we got the dogs from the same breeder.

If you have made it this far in my puppy-love induced rambling...I will reward you with some pictures. :)






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My folks do not know about the puppy. I invited them to come over on Friday to help me 'work in the garden/flower beds'. My mom is going to shit her pants. Maybe Tahoe will pee on her. I shoud be so lucky.

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I just finished waxing the hardwoods...poor puppy gets ZERO traction now and just sort of collapses on the floor. And then she looks up at you with the "WTF?" look and whimpers. That will teach her for peeing on my floor. :)

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Little J is 'helping' Big J build a doghouse. I hear yelling {Big J} and crying {Little J}. I think it's going well.

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The neighbours pig/dog won't go home. He's been watching me eat dinner for 20mins.
It creeps me out

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It's a Girl!

This is why I haven't posted all weekend!







Isn't she just the cutest thing EVER!?!?

Her name is Tahoe-Girl. {Lake} Tahoe is a special place for us as Big J was conceived there, his sister got married there, we got married there and Little J was conceived there during our honeymoon. :)

I know less about puppies than I did about babies so this should be interesting.

Big Kitty and Freaky Kitty are not pleased with the new addition to the family. I'm hoping they'll get over their hissy fit soon.

What's that girl? Timmy's in the well again?!

We are looking for a dog. One would assume getting an animal would be an easy thing.
Not so my friends. To acquire a dog in an ethical humane manner, you are forced to jump through hoops and perform tricks.

We refuse to buy from a pet store, out of the newspaper and cannot afford to go to a breeder. We want to 'adopt' from a shelter/SPCA/Rescue.

We're not picky, we know we're looking for a bigger dog. Lab/Retriever/Shepard mixes and mutts are welcome.

We spent the day at a local shelter meeting some of the dogs. Oh it broke my heart to be there. I wanted to take them ALL home. Big, Little, Skittish, Loud, didn't matter. I wanted to rescue them all.

My hubby, whose heart is normally 2 sizes too small has a real soft spot for animals and it is amazing to see him with them. Makes me fall in love with him all over again. {Now if only he could pet me that way..} But I digress....

We found a pure-bred German Shepard named Annie who is just gorgeous! We played and walked her and watched how she interacted with Little J. She would need some obedience training but other than that she was good.

So we get to the 5 page adoption application. Holy Shyte! I cannot believe how much information they want! I don't know the answers to most of the questions!

It was less complicated to walk out of the hospital with our human child.

Scary huh?

Keep your fingers crossed that we find 'our' dog. :)