Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Auntie Beth

No, I'm not a real aunt . . . yet.  But I did watch my doggie niece and nephew this weekend. 

Princess Luna:  A Chihuahua/Italian Greyhound combo, Luna does not know she is a dog.  She is a dainty bad-ass who suffers from separation anxiety when my sister is gone.

Oscar:  Being a pure bred Min Pin, Oscar is extremely handsome.  Unlike Luna, Oscar is all dog.  His "trademark" move is to hug your leg with his paws while you pet him, though he will attack anyone who comes within a 50 yard radius of his (or my) house.

My sister dropped off the dogs on Saturday.  After an initial quiet period while they got used to the fact that she was not immediately coming back, the dogs ran around and explored.  And then, they plastered themselves against my leg and didn't move until Tuesday when I brought them home. 

They prefer to burrow underneath the covers while sleeping.  Oscar nestled himself in my crotch while Luna shared a pillow with me.  As my husband and children can attest, I do not like to cuddle while I sleep, so this forced all-night touching took some getting used to.

Didn't even leave my side when I was folding clothes. 
Despite the new sleeping arrangements, however, the weekend was fairly uneventful.  Walking all three dogs by myself was a challenge as I juggled three leashes and three poop bags.  I swear they all decided to do their big business at the same time just to mess with me.

While we were on a walk, there was one man who thought it would be funny to pet Boomer while Luna and Oscar attempted to decapitate him.  Apparently he didn't feel that their frenzied barking, foaming at the mouth, snarling and lunging was anything to be concerned about. 

I thought that would be the only story I had to tell, but just before they left, Oscar took my underwear and hid it under a blanket on the sofa.  Naughty Doggie.

Beth - 1 (I'm an awesome Aunt!!!)
Luna and Oscar - 1

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

The Zoo

In fine Spring Break tradition, my mom and I took the kids to the zoo. 

It started as most trips do for me:  with angst and panic.  I couldn't find the kids jackets, searched the house high and low, became sweaty and cranky from running up and down the two flights of stairs ten times, and finally left in a huff because the jackets could not be found, yelling at the kids for not putting their things away.  Jillian reminded me once we were in the car that we had probably left them at the gym yesterday.  She was right.

Anyhoo, the trip to the zoo was uneventful while I apologized to the kids over and over again for yelling at them over jackets that weren't really in the house. 

We got to see almost all of the animals, and many were up and about, eating and playing.  For the first time, I got to see a panda up close, for it was eating in the inside enclosure.

Tie-dye Panda, made with gimp
Imagine the tie die on people instead.
The kids asked for food about every five minutes or so.  My mom spoiled them and bought them popcorn and cotton candy.  One minute after lunch Joey asked for another snack.  He also sat down on the ground a few times when he was tired and I let him.  My husband will, no doubt, be cringing has he reads this.  (If you know him, you know he hates germs)

In addition to the animals, I saw a family wearing matching tie-dye outfits.  The mother and daughter were in purple and white tie-dye dresses, while the father and son sported matching tie-dye shirts.  I'm not sure why I was so taken with this family, but I think it was because I saw a perfect moment and was upset that it was passing me by.

Overall, I deem the zoo trip a success.  However, as soon as we got home, my son informed me that I was boring because I never do anything with him.  I reminded Joey that we were at the zoo from 9:30 to 2:30, and that I was pretty sure that was "doing something with him."

He shook his head and said, "That doesn't count."

Beth - 0
Joey - 1
Zoo - 1
Tie-Dye People - 1