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.

Protectors of the Universe

If there is one thing Missy and Mister have down, it's being the world's most annoying barkers. Holy Cow with the barking. Missy mostly barks at dogs, Mister barks at people, so between the two of them, they bark at everything. No UPS driver, garbage picker upper or dog walker makes it through our apartment complex without the two of them knowing and barking about it.

In one of our very first blogs, I wrote about how Missy would not only bark, but she would jump on top of me and bark. I would wake up form napping in my recliner ((I had to sleep out in the living room with her for weeks when I first got her)) with a dog above me, protecting me from a noise she didn't recognize. Today, I was trying to catch a nap after getting up before 6am when the recycling pick up came through. I opened my eyes to find little Mister-mister barking his head off right in front of me. Together I have two protectors of the universe right in my very own apartment,. What a lucky girl I am.

Too Cute!

Separated at birth, brought back together by fate. Missy and Mister, the puparoos.

Do not disturb their sunbathe. 

Love Whatcha Got!

Happy Valentine's Day from me and the puparoos! Today I spread the love with a simple act of kindness. I wrote every one's name at work on a Valentine's Day card. You know, like the ones you got in elementary school? Yep those! It received an amazing reaction. People were thrilled that I took two seconds out of my night to write their name on a card and give it to them the next night at work. Even though Valentine's Day is over, you can still go forth and spread the love. If there's one thing the Missaroo and now sidekick Mister have taught me, it's to love whatcha got! :)

Happy Valentine's Day! 

Vet Trip Times Two

Missy and Mister had their first vet trip together on Thursday. Let's just sad I'm really glad the vet is only down the street. Taking the two of them anywhere, quickly turns into an ordeal. Missy travels easy with her seat belt, although she barks the entire time. Mister requires an extra trip down the stairs with his crate and Missy's blanket to protect the backseats. I need to get a dog carrier for him, but in the meantime, it's just the crate. Then its back up to take the dogs and get them into the car. A third trip allows me to grab my bag and lock  the door. Then we're off to the vet.

As soon as we walk in, another adventure starts. Missy wants to go one way, Mister the other, while I struggle to fill out paperwork. It's a new vet for both of them so I had to go back through Missy's files to look up her shots. I knew she only needed kennel cough and a check up, but they needed more than my word. Then of course, another dog walked in, and we all know how well Missy does with other dogs. The reception gal finally let me put them in an exam room so I could finish up.

It's funny. Missy is always the dominate one. She is the barker, the big sis, and little Mister-Mister always looks like he's about ready to cry. But in the exam room, roles quickly switched. The moment Missy walks in, all of her swagger melts away. She will only sit right next to me, and we have to be touching the entire time. On the other hand, Mister came right out of his shell. He strolled right up to the vet and give her a kiss. He even let her pick him up and carry him around. Miss kept her distance. In fact, I had to pet her while he was being examined to keep her from barking. I didn't want her to freak him out. In the end, they both did great and took the shots like troopers. Then it was home for a quick nap, for them of course. I'm glad the vet appointments only come once a year.