So lately, this blog has been about dogs.....they are our first children, so it is appropriate that they get some blog time.
Our dog Cricket is our super sweet, super sensitive dog. We got her the summer we lived in Mexico. We volunteered at this animal shelter while we were there, and little Cricket was there. She was just getting over a major illness, and she almost didn't make it. When we walked through the doors, the people who ran the shelter could tell we were a couple of suckers, and they immediately put Cricket in our laps, and told us her sob story. It took about 10 minutes for us to decide to adopt her. She has been ours ever since.
Lately, Cricket's breath has just been awful. We have been giving her those special teeth/breath cleaning dog biscuits, but they haven't helped. So, yesterday, we took her to the vet. And she did need a teeth cleaning, and they thought they would have to pull a tooth, or two.
We took her in this morning, and they put her under for the cleaning, and to see what was going on. They called a few hours later to tell us that Cricket needed 21 teeth pulled......
Yes, you read that right...
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21!
Every single tooth in the front of her mouth had to go....she only has her molars left. The vet said it was due to bad food and care when she was a puppy. And that we will have to be extra careful to avoid loosing the rest of them. She may have to eat wet food for the rest of her life (which I am sure she will love).
Our poor Cricket is at home, and very sore, groggy, and gummy.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Losing Percy
Tonight, Mo and I were coming home, she had fallen asleep in the car. I was trying to carry her, and numerous other things into the house. Apparently, I didn't make sure the gate was closed. The dogs saw this as a golden opportunity to explore the neighborhood.
Now, I have posted before about our dogs (one got the looks, one got the smarts)....well, tonight perfectly illustrated this. Cricket and Percy headed out on their adventure. By the time we realized they were out, Cricket was back at the back door waiting for dinner. She was able to find her way home.
Percy is still not home. He couldn't find his way out of a paper bag. He got about a block away. Some very nice people took him in, and gave us a call. They were headed out, and we are going to get him later tonight. Percy, as I write this, is having a play date with a Boston Terrier.
Now, I have posted before about our dogs (one got the looks, one got the smarts)....well, tonight perfectly illustrated this. Cricket and Percy headed out on their adventure. By the time we realized they were out, Cricket was back at the back door waiting for dinner. She was able to find her way home.
Percy is still not home. He couldn't find his way out of a paper bag. He got about a block away. Some very nice people took him in, and gave us a call. They were headed out, and we are going to get him later tonight. Percy, as I write this, is having a play date with a Boston Terrier.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Happy Halloween
This Halloween season sure was fun. Mo has been looking forward to it for the past several weeks. We went to the pumpkin patch a few days before and had a great time. We took Uncle Brad and Jacqui with us....So basically, there were 4 grown people focusing on one small girl. I tell you, she is deprived!
Mo helped get the house ready....
She "helped" carve pumpkins....we had to do 3, one for each of us. Mema is the goofy looking one!
Mo loved being a fairy.....and she was so brave. She walked up to every door by herself and knocked on the door. She had her eyes on the prize. Her efforts were rewarded, she came home with more candy than one person should ever need.
We love our new neighborhood, we had about 30 trick or treaters....the most ever since moving to Portland. Kids were all over the neighborhood. I am still so enamoured with our new house and where we live. Feels like a real community that we have fallen into.
Mo helped get the house ready....
She "helped" carve pumpkins....we had to do 3, one for each of us. Mema is the goofy looking one!
Mo loved being a fairy.....and she was so brave. She walked up to every door by herself and knocked on the door. She had her eyes on the prize. Her efforts were rewarded, she came home with more candy than one person should ever need.
We love our new neighborhood, we had about 30 trick or treaters....the most ever since moving to Portland. Kids were all over the neighborhood. I am still so enamoured with our new house and where we live. Feels like a real community that we have fallen into.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Mo's Superpower
Mo has an incredible superpower.....which I decided today is not just a once-in-a-while thing....
Sometimes (ok, all the time), when I get on the phone, Mo does everything she can to distract me. She will get into something she's not suppose to, or she will start yelling and making lots of noise.
Back to the superpower, If I am calling some company that I have to navigate the phone system (press 1 for billing, 2 for service, etc)....Mo can make a squealing sound that will activate the phone system. I don't even have to push a button, Mo's high-pitched squeal is just the right frequency that will "press" the buttons for me.
This has happened more than one time to be just a coincidence. Today, I was trying to make an appointment at the doctor. I was listening for my "push button" choices...and Mo was making noises in the background, next thing I know, I am talking to some lab manager because Mo's noises had pushed a whole series of buttons and gotten me away from the appointment menu.
Very random.
Sometimes (ok, all the time), when I get on the phone, Mo does everything she can to distract me. She will get into something she's not suppose to, or she will start yelling and making lots of noise.
Back to the superpower, If I am calling some company that I have to navigate the phone system (press 1 for billing, 2 for service, etc)....Mo can make a squealing sound that will activate the phone system. I don't even have to push a button, Mo's high-pitched squeal is just the right frequency that will "press" the buttons for me.
This has happened more than one time to be just a coincidence. Today, I was trying to make an appointment at the doctor. I was listening for my "push button" choices...and Mo was making noises in the background, next thing I know, I am talking to some lab manager because Mo's noises had pushed a whole series of buttons and gotten me away from the appointment menu.
Very random.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Don't mince words
The other day, Mo and I were leaving the house.....running late....
We got outside and I realized I had left the directions inside. I told Mo, I would be right back, I was getting the directions.
As I came back out, Mo asked.....
"Mommy, did you get the erections?"
We got outside and I realized I had left the directions inside. I told Mo, I would be right back, I was getting the directions.
As I came back out, Mo asked.....
"Mommy, did you get the erections?"
Friday, October 9, 2009
Perfect Storm
We are creatures of habit.....all of us. We tend to have the same schedule week after week. But this week, we had the perfect storm of off schedule activities that threw us all for ONE BIG LOOP.
First, our day care provider went on a trip, and was gone for 2 days.....so Uncle Brad stepped up and watched Mo for us on those 2 days.
The next day, she went to daycare, but I had one of those after school meetings....you know the ones....the meeting that is not mandatory, but if you don't come, your principal gets an email wanting to know why you weren't there....so, a teacher friend, Alysson, picked Mo up and took her over to her house for a few hours after school.
The very next day, Scout went into the hospital for out patient surgery on her leg....and Mo got picked up by Uncle Brad, and hung out with him until almost bed time.
So, in the past week.....I have not picked her up one day or come home with her.....she has been going hither, thither, and yon.....and it is starting to take its toll.
Last night, she was cranky (can you blame her).....she was tired (I get it)....and she was clingy (of course).....
Today, we had arranged for Uncle Brad to come get her and take her to daycare, so Scout and I could have a quiet day while Scout's leg got to feeling better.....but we decided instead to have a "family day." We enjoyed the time together....watched movies....worked some puzzles....walked to the park.....it was nice to feel normal again. Everyone seems much better.
Can't wait to get back to our boring, regular life!
First, our day care provider went on a trip, and was gone for 2 days.....so Uncle Brad stepped up and watched Mo for us on those 2 days.
The next day, she went to daycare, but I had one of those after school meetings....you know the ones....the meeting that is not mandatory, but if you don't come, your principal gets an email wanting to know why you weren't there....so, a teacher friend, Alysson, picked Mo up and took her over to her house for a few hours after school.
The very next day, Scout went into the hospital for out patient surgery on her leg....and Mo got picked up by Uncle Brad, and hung out with him until almost bed time.
So, in the past week.....I have not picked her up one day or come home with her.....she has been going hither, thither, and yon.....and it is starting to take its toll.
Last night, she was cranky (can you blame her).....she was tired (I get it)....and she was clingy (of course).....
Today, we had arranged for Uncle Brad to come get her and take her to daycare, so Scout and I could have a quiet day while Scout's leg got to feeling better.....but we decided instead to have a "family day." We enjoyed the time together....watched movies....worked some puzzles....walked to the park.....it was nice to feel normal again. Everyone seems much better.
Can't wait to get back to our boring, regular life!
Dreamland
Mo is remember her dreams and wanting to talk about them each morning. They seem to revolve around a particular theme....monsters, and boys. Not sure if there is a connection.
Usually, the dreams goes something like this.....
"I was in my room, and there was a monster, and I went into Mama and Mema's room, and you were wearing different clothes....and you took care of me."
or
"Claus came over for a playdate.....I love Claus, he my best friend."
Most days, I don't remember my dreams......I guess too much going on my head for a dream to 'stick.' I love it that Mo remembers hers and wants to share them with us.....just one more way she is turning into her own little person.
Usually, the dreams goes something like this.....
"I was in my room, and there was a monster, and I went into Mama and Mema's room, and you were wearing different clothes....and you took care of me."
or
"Claus came over for a playdate.....I love Claus, he my best friend."
Most days, I don't remember my dreams......I guess too much going on my head for a dream to 'stick.' I love it that Mo remembers hers and wants to share them with us.....just one more way she is turning into her own little person.
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