Boys Boys Boys

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How weird is THAT game?

Everyone's a Critic.

BREAKING NEWS!

NEW STREAMLINED PEER REVIEW PROCESS!

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*La la la... la la la la. THIS is what she does all day?! Huh. You'd think it'd be better.*

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*Hmmm..... this section should go. And this one goes here. This whole page is trash....la la la la.*

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*Ooh, shiver! Why do I have this feeling of impending doom?*

Do Tooth Fairies Carry Dog Kibble?

It occurs to me that Epic is smack in the middle of teething. I had this revelation yesterday. He has lost three teeth since then, bringing us to a total of four massive puppy teeth. Four! In two days!

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I told Epic he better slow down on the teething, or he may not be able to gum down his kibble tonight!

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Epic takes a moment to consider this. He feels it's a very serious problem.

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And begins the search for his lost teefers:

*Hello teefers? Iz HUNGRY!!!!*
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*Nope, no teefers here either!*
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*Maybe I left them in Bailey... I better catch up.*

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Alas, Epic has not found any teeth to fill his poor holey head.

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He has been able to find all of the right buttons to push on his mom though. Poor little bored Epic has been a terror lately! He doesn't feel like chewing, so he's taken to plucking the rug instead. I find this irritating. If he's not plucking the rug he's jumping at the table. This is also irritating. I really can't wait until he's prepared to sit down with a rawhide again for a good long chew!

After my photo success earlier this week I thought I'd set Epic up and try again. He was less than cooperative this time.

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*Ooooh! Look! Table!*
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*Mmmm... tablecloth is my favorite. What? You sayin' something Mom?*

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*Oh, you want to take a picture. Okay. Do I have anything in my teefs?*

Portrait of a Puppy

Epic is 5 months old today!!!

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It's hard to believe he isn't older actually. I can't imagine life without him now. In honor of his 5 month milestone I took the not-so-little guy out for some big boy pictures. The results were fantastic!

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*You said 'down', right mom? Is this 'down'? This is 'down', right? Right mom?*

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*Why'd you put the cookie up there mom? Mom? Mom! I want the cookie Mom!*

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Happy 5 months Epic!

Safe to say

... that this guy's last minute on Earth was probably terrifying and painful.

Say it with me now... EWWWWW!

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Think that's bad? He's currently sitting right outside the door on the patio. You've noticed the trail of guts behind him, right? Everytime I walk out the door I have to look at his fuzzy green corpse and inside-y parts lest I step on them. I'd feel better if Epic had just ate the damn thing (okay, no I wouldn't... a whole new level of EW), but just killing it for sport and leaving it lay? More homicidal than hunter/gatherer.

And on the Seventh Day...

Little Mr. Epic had his rabies shot yesterday. He took it like a trooper, but now I'm seeing a lot of this around here:

The vet told me he might be pretty sleepy for a day or two.

A comment to which I replied, "That would be nice".

And so it was.

I don't know why I don't update the blog more often. Really I don't. It's not like I'm frantically busy every single moment of the day, nor do I 'forget' about it. For some reason, I just don't. I think of good post ideas and everything! But do I write them up when I think of them? Nooooo. Do I remember them when I do get to blogging? Noooo.

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In this way, the JACKED blog is much like my thesis. Everyday I wake up with good intentions... 10 pages! 20 pages! Today I shall write! Alas, I just don't follow through. The good news for you is that I do ENJOY the blogging process, so you blog readers have at least a glimmer of hope that I will come back and write something. My thesis? HA. He's all alone, and he's scared.

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What's new? Abso-friggen-lutely nothing.

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Except these RMB's.

I think they allowed me about 2 hours of peace. That was new.

And Epic found a pal willing to lay with him as well. That was also new.

Then they started to cause fights. And that gets old.

*Play with me. I'm not asking.*

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Lucky for Epic, he's far more entertaining than my thesis.