Tag: angus

Freeze frame

I’m kneeling on the floor of my den. My feet are going numb because I’ve been in this position for so long, but I can’t move.  I’m watching my little girl shuffle away from me on her knees, “walking” behind her wooden push toy.

I feel like I’m watching myself in a movie.

When did she get so big?

She’s stopped shuffling and is now methodically pulling the books out of their bin, and she’s trying to hold them all at once.  Their glossy covers are sliding against each other; she’s spending more time trying to catch the one that got away than actually feeling satisfied with the amount of books in her lap.

She’s so happy in the corner with her pile books.

Every single day I wish I could push the “pause” button.  Or, if in some alternate reality, I could be the one whose baby stayed little for always.

I know some day I’ll wake up and she’ll be grown.

But I try not to think about it.

(Although I’m pretty sure Angus wishes she were grown now.  She climbed into his dog bed with him and is laying on top of him.  He’s completely squashed. That dog has the patience of Job.)

His name is MUD

Tuesday, I thought for sure we had gotten an Exceptionally Smart Dog.

But by Wednesday, I was convinced he was as dumb as a box of rocks.

He had regressed in his housebreaking.

Severely.

It’s mostly our fault, though, because he had been doing SO well that we kind of forgot for a moment that he wasn’t Henry (aside from the fact that he’s black as coal – inside and out) and weren’t paying as close of attention to him as we should be.

This is how we went from a two accidents in four days house to a four accidents in three hours on Wednesday morning, with two more later in the evening as a bonus.

No, Internet, Angus is a five pound dog.  It is beyond my comprehension how he has room in his colon for that much business.

In any case, we did what we should have done in the first place.

He only gets food and water three times a day (breakfast, lunch and dinner) and then we take up his dishes.  (Unfortunately he discovered that he can drink from the Christmas tree so I have to watch him super carefully.)  And he’s now on a leash at all times when he’s not in his crate, because for some reason the leash is tons easier to spot on the floor than he is.

These measures have been effective.

Since instituting them, Angus has had only two accidents!  WIN.

But you know what really irks me?

Today at Target they were selling Black Angus for $9.50 a pound.  I feel like I got ripped off last Friday because we totally paid $75.00/lb.