Snow Day!

So here's how we spent our snow day!

What can I say? We lead pretty exciting lives.

Stir Crazy Gophers

Yesterday the puparoos and I stayed inside ALL. DAY. LONG. It was amazing to be able to spend so much time with them. If nothing else, they should feel pretty darn loved! I also spent part of the day doing that thing I never do, relaxing! I only spent about three to four hours on homework! Usually on a day off I hit the eight hour mark and then go to class for another three. Not on the snow day! I ditched the books and papers for the puparoos, even if it was just to snuggle on the couch.

Toward the end of the night, we were all starting to go a little stir crazy. Missy would lay down, but with her eyes wide open, she was tired of sleeping. She wanted to RUN! Mister was more content to sleep away the day but even he wanted to PLAY. At one point, I was laying on the couch when the slip cover started to move. Missy was scratching and barking at the couch. What the heck!?! It was Mister, who had slipped under the slip cover and was investigating underneath gopher style. Seriously, the highlight of my day! Those two are something else. All I can figure is Mister was at one time a gopher in another life. He has mad tunneling skills.

Snowed In

The puparoos and I are snowed in. I'm not sure how much snow fell, but it's enough to cover Mister. He does not want to go outside. He wants nothing to do with the snow. I even tried to put him out on the balcony to go to the bathroom and he just stood out there shaking and looked like a frozen Popsicle. Unfortunately, his refusal to go outside, means he's going inside, if you catch my drift. Luckily, so far it's been in his crate where everything is washable. But however you slice it, this is no fun.

The good and bad news is I don't have class tonight. That's good because I nearly died trying to drive home from class last night. My car doesn't really do steep hills in snow. I prayed a lot and almost started to cry. It was super scary. I made it, but I'm not sure there's any rubber left on my tires. When I woke up this morning, I quickly realized there was no way my car would make it to class tonight and I was suppose to present a debate, which means I couldn't just skip. I was relived when I found out school was shut down. The bad news is I was ready to present and get it over with. I really didn't need the extra time, but it is nice to have a few extra hours to do homework today.

It is also bad news because today is my day off. This might seem strange to you, but as a news and web producer, this is the kind of day I live for. You are super busy, you know exactly what you are covering, and in our case, you kick the poop out of the competition. Days like today are why I chose to work at KREM in the first place. I'm enjoying the day with my doggies and getting caught up on school, but there is a part of me that wishes I was at work. Instead, I've been secretly updating our Facebook and Twitter pages from home. I'm a nerd.

So I'm trying to enjoy the day at home. Being productive is what I do best after all. Hopefully it will make for a cute pic of the pups I can blog about tomorrow!

We Just Want You Mom

The doggies didn't sleep last night. I fell in and out of naps in between barking sessions. I just about lost my marbles. It started around 11:30pm last night when I tried to go to sleep. Mister would not stop barking and wining in his cage, but he had just gone to the bathroom. An hour later, he was still at it and I wanted to die. I let him out of his crate. I thought is he thirsty? Does he want to run around with Miss? Let's find out. So I kicked them both out of the bedroom and closed the door.

Then I heard scratching at the door. OH NO YOU DID NOT just scratch the bedroom door. And then more barking. What in the heck!?! I opened the door back up and my two puparoos jumped right on my bed and settled in. I was still standing at the door. They then both looked over at me like, OK bedtime mom. So then I went back to bed, at nearly 1am. But hey at least they were sleeping. Turns out all they really wanted was to snuggle. And who can blame them really?

I wish that had been the end of the night but it wasn't. There was a lot more barking out the window, a potty trip, wrestling with each other, followed by more barking. Needless to say, the puparoos had a great night sleeping in mommy's bed with her. Mommy is tired.

Watch Your Step!

Having two dogs to walk can be a bit of a challenge. Especially when they've been cooped up in their crates and they just want to go, go, go. As you know by now, the weekends are the worst! I'm super tired by the time I get home and they are full of energy. When they are overly excited it makes the walk more difficult. They become rather scattered brained.

It's only happened twice, but with them running, and stopping everywhere, I've accidentally kicked Mister in the butt. He is pretty notorious already for going after something directly in front of me a moment after he passed it. It's nearly impossible to avoid him when I don't see it coming. I do not have ninja like skills after a ten hour work day. ((Not sure I have them on a day off either)) Even when I do see him coming, or at least react faster, it still requires me to lift my leg up and around him. One of these days I'm going to trip and fall.

Missy use to be a much worse walker as well. She would dart this way and that way, always pulling. But obedience class and a lot of work helped break her of some of that. Now she's pretty good about walking in a straight line. Mister, not so much. It reaffirms the fact for me it would be ideal to take him through obedience class as well. It's getting rather difficult to watch my step.

Like Missy, Like Mister

Missy is a great big sis, I mean she is Big Sis Miss after all!  But more than that, Mister really does look up to her, and not just because he's small. He's actually starting to pick up on her habits. But of course, since this blog is all about our miss-adventures, they are her BAD habits. Just. My. Luck.

Yesterday we were on a walk when Missy spotted another dog in her territory. She did her usual pull, bark, and heavy breathing freak out. Mister, who was walking along right next to her, started to do the same thing. But it was more than that, he would look over AT HER when he did it. He wasn't just reacting as much as he was emulating. He's also started howling out the window like Missy too.

I love how much fun they seem to have together. I LOVE that they get along and are super good sharers of all things. ((They actually switch off bones in the middle of a chew session)) I just wish she had taught him to, I don't know, sit perhaps? Lay down? Go into his crate on his own? All wonderful habits of the Missaroo's but no, it's her pulling and barking he's picked up on.

There is one great quality he shares with her, but I'm pretty sure he had it before the two of them ever met, the cuddle quality. Mister loves to sit on my lap. He loves to be out of his crate finally in the morning and sneak up on the bed to lay with Miss and me. He is a lover just like big sis. Like Missy, Like Mister.

I'm All In

WARNING: This is one of those all about the dog mom posts. If you rather hear about dog mom moments or my adorable puparoos, please skip this one and scroll down to our other fun loving posts.

It was a year ago today that I started this blog. What an emotional roller coaster year it's been lived out in the words of this blog. I have no regretts about blogging with my heart on my sleeve. I've stayed true to myself, even when it's gotten me into trouble.

I have started to realize that in person I can come off as pretty cold. Maybe I am. What I am not, is someone who takes the word "friend" lightly. I don't have a lot of them, but those I do have I am extremely loyal to, once again even if it gets me in trouble. I am either all in or all out when it comes to people. Finding middle ground for me is very difficult. Here's an example. We have a new reporter at work who is engaged. That is wonderful! I love to be around love and I'm sincerely happy for people who are in love. What I'm not is chatty about it, especially at work. When I was telling my mom about him she had a thousand questions to which I had zero answers. She was like well why don't you ask, my response was cold, "because I don't care." But the reason I don't care is actually that I don't trust. I don't know him well enough work wise to trust him with my personal life, so I really don't want to know about his. Strange probably, but when it comes to causal co-workers I am all out.

To be some one's friend for me is a lifetime commitment. There are a handful of people I would lay on railroad tracks for. I would go to extreme lengths to put smiles on their faces. In college, I was about as busy as a student gets. Always stressed, always on the go, and always covered in coffee stains but I still found the time to write my bff Chad notes to tell him not to stress. To try and make him smile. He is one of those railroad track people.

I wish I could be friends with everyone. I envy the people that can walk around the room and at least make everyone feel like they are your best friend. Tim can do that. He has this incredible gift of making everyone feel included and a part of his world. I am so jealous of him for that, and tell him so. Don't get me wrong, I'm capable of small talk, of schmoozing people, and putting on a smile. I am still very much the girl that went around to everyone at work dropping off personal Valentine's. But there is a difference between that and actual investment. I care about everyone, I guess I use the phrase "I don't care" too much because its very much not true. I just don't trust very much and that leaves me in the cold when it comes to personal relationships. I opt out a lot. I say "not in". With those friends of mine I am all in, all the time, no matter what. To the point of no return. So next time I come across as cold, maybe you'll know there is some sort of explanation behind it and it certainly isn't personal. This still probably makes me a bad person but I truly believe explanations are better than silence, especially when it comes to friendships.