Poor Paw!

Nothing sends me spiralling into worried dog mom mode faster than a hurt Missaroo. Last night, it was her paw. Something was wrong but I don't know what. She wouldn't let me near it but she seemed to be going to town. I'll I could do was hope she just had something stuck in it and there wasn't an infection. ((oh yeah and catch it on video for you)) She seems to be OK today but it still made me worry and either way, poor paw! Poor Missaroo!

Missy Goes to College

I thought since Miss is so mad I'm not around as much on my "days off" I'd show her where mommy is while she's at home. I took the Missaroo to Eastern's Spokane Campus where I take classes. I had to buy books today anyway, so I thought I'd take her along for the ride and then we could get our walk out of the way there too. Like any good mom, I was proud of my little girl on her first day at school. So proud I had to take a few pictures:

This was a close as I could get her to an academic building sign while seeing her and the sign and not my hand....

And then I took another one just for good measure. This is her thinking face, I think.....

Either way the Missaroo went to college today and I'm oh so proud. :)

And So It Begins

Missaroo is mad. She's so mad, she barely let me sleep last night, which in the long run is only going to make her more mad. Why is the Missaroo so mad? Because yesterday was my first day of class.

The day began a few minutes before the alarm went off. Missy's internal "have to pee" alarm clock typically goes off any where between and hour to three minutes before the actual alarm does. This time it was ten minutes. Just enough time to take her downstairs and come back to the sound of the alarm clock. For a dog, she has a great sense of time.

Then we hit the road running, but it was only a few hours into my day that I hit the road running, alone. Missy spent about three and a half hours alone in the morning before I finally made it back to let her go pee again. 45 minutes later I was out the door again and didn't return until after 9pm. Just in time to let her go pee again ((are you starting to catch on)). Then it was time to finish up the to do list and make dinner. Then one more trip out the door for me without the Missaroo. By the time I finally rolled back in for the night, all I wanted to do was get ready for bed and go to bed. That made for one unhappy puparoo on my bed.

I begged and pleaded while I mumble to myself how I just wanted to sleep. Mommy needs sleep honey, we'll walk tomorrow if only you let me sleep. A few barks and another pee break three hours later and she finally left me alone, until the time she had to go again before the alarm went off this morning that is. Bribing her with milk the night before turned out to be a horrible idea.

Unfortunately for the Missaroo she's going to have days like that. Yesterday was an extreme with meeting after meeting and appointments all morning long. But they will happen. I'm doing my absolute best to take not good but GREAT care of her. Today we'll hit up the pet store and the park to try and make up for last night. But this is only because I don't have homework yet. I hope I can keep it up though. Luckily, my energy level remained pretty high throughout the day, until I passed out around midnight that is. 

I'm doing the best I can to burn the candle at both ends and still be there at the end of the day for Miss. I'll let you know how it goes.

Get Your Face Out of My Face

It's nearly impossible to stay mad at the Missaroo, but getting mad at her can occur once in a while. It usually only last for mere seconds mostly because she just has that face:

But another reason I can't stay mad at the Missaroo has to do with the ridiculousness of the situation ((and I'm not talking Jersey Shore)) Last night was a prime example. After a long day and a couple of walks, all I wanted to do was go to bed. Like always, Missy had some other ideas. The night before I stayed up with her just so she could chew on her bone, but I knew today was an early rise, all day event so I needed to get some sleep. I was trying to push her out of the way with my body as I tugged on the covers to get comfortable. That's when she got me right in the face with her nose and I told her to get her face out of my face, but it came out more like GET YOUR FACE OUTTA MY FACE WOULD YA? GEESH! And that's when I realized I sounded like an old school ((think Joe Pesci circa 1992)) Italian mobster. And I was trying to intimate my dog. I started to giggle under the covers and Missy attacked, but it wasn't long before we were curled up like a couple of bugs in a rug. Get your face out of my face, who says that?

Harry the Chicken Backfires

Our struggle to find a great dog toy continues. A couple of days ago I introduced you to Harry the Chicken. He is great in so many ways. He isn't stuffed so Missy won't get sick destroying him, plus she can't destroy him as easily. And then there was my personal favorite, how obnoxious he is. Two squeakers in that little body? It makes me laugh so hard I can barely play with Harry and Missy. But after a few days of tossing him around the apartment, his down side became evident, and by evident I mean here's the evidence:

Every time Harry's bright red legs or head hit anything white in my apartment, ((you know like the walls and my closet doors?)) He leaves these marks. Not Cool.

I still love Harry and so does the Missaroo. I'm just going to have to work on not trying to bounce him off the walls and into the bedroom from the living room any more. Will we ever find the perfect dog toy?

Should We Trick-Or-Treat?

Missaroo and I were at Petsmart the other day searching for her new toy. We came across all of the Halloween toys, so I decided to check those out. Among the toys were little doggie Halloween costumes. Now, I've always said from day one, "I will not dress my dog in clothes!" But is a costume different? Especially for one day out of the year? Obviously, the thought crossed my mind. But the thought of buying her a costume didn't really float my boat. I mean, I'm poor with a capital P right now, and my tuition is due soon. Not happening I thought.

But on the way home I kept thinking about how funny it would be to take her out trick-or-treating on Halloween. As kids, my brother and I HATED Halloween. We were horrible costume wearers, and if you know anything about the Chicago weather at the end of October and our mother, you'd know, no one ever got to SEE our costumes anyway. Once we realized we could dress up and stay home and pass out the candy, well that was a game changer. Halloween became fun. Then in high school my entire varsity volleyball team dressed up as the football team for Halloween each year and went trick-or-treating. That was tons of fun!

I want it to be fun for the Missaroo too! Right now I'm thinking semi-home made costumes. Actually, I know exactly what I want us to be ((yes I said us, let the judging begin)) but I want it to be a surprise. Of course, on Halloween there will be tons of pictures I'll share with you.

And for those of you who know how my last Halloween went, well let's just say all the more reason to spend it with the Missaroo instead right?. :) Let us know what you think. Anyone else take their pets trick-or-treating???

Harry the Chicken

Everytime I buy Missy and new toy at pet store I have one goal: To find the most annoying one I can find. So far so good. I'm so good, each toy is more annoying than the last. They even annoy my mom, long distance over the phone! I might have out done myself this time. Harry the Chicken is SO annoying I can barely play with the Miss because I'm too busy laughing from the SQUEAK!!!!