Puppy Lovin’ July 22, 2008
I haven’t talked about my puppy dogs in ages, and it seems almost criminal considering how huge a part of my life they are.
Life with Twix & Rolo is… chaotic.
Their schedule leaves much to be desired. They are up at 5:30 a.m. ready for breakfast. They get fed, we all go back to bed, and then they’re up and READY TO GO by 6:30. There is the occasional weekend where they might let it go until 7, but that happens so rarely I can’t even think of the last time.
After breakfast, a morning walk, and some mommy time, the two of them snooze the day away until about 4 p.m. when they are suddenly awake with a vengeance. It is impossible to concentrate on ANYTHING after 4 p.m. unless you can miraculously focus with a basset hound jumping in your face, whining at you, barking at you, or dribbling water all over the paper/knitting/laptop in front of you.
I used to think I stopped writing when I met Val, but actually I stopped writing when we got Twix.
These dogs are MESSY. Their favorite thing to do is drink some water from their dish, hold some in their mouth and then dump it in your lap. Or on the couch. Or the kitchen floor. Wherever, really. On walks, Rolo’s belly drags through wet grass and dirt, and before we have a chance to break out the towel to clean him up, he is rolling on the carpet insisting that he can clean himself thankyouverymuch.
We can’t leave trash cans within reach of the dogs when we’re not home.
Our cabinets have child locks on them to keep nosey noses out. The front yard is littered with dog toys and tie outs. God forbid you should have to get up to pee in the night, because you will surely step on the jagged edges of a rawhide chewie.
They play fight. They fight fight. They compete for attention. They dig holes. They scare mailmen and pizza delivery guys. They bark. Loud. They howl. Louder.
They love.
Unconditionally.





