Early Mornings with Paul

     Paul woke me up at 5:30 this morning.  Nothing was wrong, he and Annie just needed to go outside for a moment.  Collars, leashes, and boots on and out the door.  Now, I've crawled back into bed for the chance to listening and reading the news.  And a certain someone seems content to kick me out.

Post Flea Aftermath

     When we had fleas, we took a bunch of stuff that we couldn't wash, double bagged it, and put it in the garage.  That was 3 months ago.  We brought the toys and the dog beds that were too big to wash back into the house last weekend.

Sunday with the Pups

     This was another weekend in the saga of the upset tummies.  Long story made very short, it was also a weekend of odd sleeping times for me.  Luckily, it was the weekend.  So, on Sunday, I spent several hours curled up in bed napping with the pups.

Pics of the Pups

     When I got my fancy smart phone last year, I immediately fell in love with the camera feature.  Before this, I had to cary around a thick digital camera to take pics with.

Working with Paul

I love days I get to work with Paul on behavior, today it was a teacher work day.

I'm staring at the hot dog mommy is holding.  I don't know why she's saying I'm a good boy, I just know there's hotdog here.  (HINT: look at the chicken bone on the sidewalk behind Paul)

Dinner with the pups, sort of

     What I thought I'd post this week: 

     With the Hubbs being a grad student, dinner is often an odd mess.  It means we come home from our respective schools and eat whatever we find.  I've gotten into salads latley, but we've also eaten PBJ, spaghetti, the ever popular fast food, mexican, or skipped dinner all together.
    Tonight, it's leftover lasagna for me and cereal for the Hubbs.  (Martin's does by 3 boxes of cereal and the milk is free)  The pups have had their kibble and they've had a bully stick each.
     When the Hubbs sat down to eat, they came right up to him.  With the idea if they smell it they won't like it, he tried offering Annie and Paul each the chance to eat some of his dinner.  Scratch that idea.  Annie and Paul started to down the bowl of granola and skim milk.
     You know Annie is a total Daddy's Girl when she ends up with oats on her head and the Hubbs eats the oats right off of her head.

Annie's Tummy: again

     I was all set to do a post about Annie and Paul eating skim milk right from the Hubbs cereal bowl.  We laughed, took pics, and let them clean out the bowl at the end of the cereal.  And it was funny, until 5:30 this morning.
     That's when Paul did the, "MOM!  WAKE UP!! NOW!!!!!!" bark.  Out of bed, into my wellies, collars, leashes, into the front yard just in time for Annie's upset tummy.
     Yep, it's all fun and games until Mom's making bland diet again. ……..