The End of Crabbiness

Hooray! We have pictures!

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Unfortunately, we haven't been up to much in the last little while. Rally-O, flyball, and some schoolwork have kept us busy. So busy, in fact, that all of us really enjoy our time just sitting around in the new house. Some day I'll get off the couch and paint, until then... I'll throw Dixie's toy.

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*Oh hi! Throw my toy. Not asking.*
Incredibly subtle, no?

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When Epic's not running around like an idiot or noshing on... well... things that shouldn't be noshed on, he can be found doing this ^^.
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^^This is even better, 'cuz he can see out the window too. Yes, laying here does involve a fair amount of skill, and the mashing of one's boy parts... but the payout is so worth it. We live right near a large park, where plenty of people walk their dogs. So no cats around here, but plenty of dogs to tell off from ones throne.

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Prince Attitude has been a bad boy lately. He's destroyed a few articles of clothing (I know you know what I mean), he pulls stuff off my bookshelf, he broke the roomie's closet door, and he pulled out some attitude at a doggy demo the other day. How am I ever going to survive the terrible twos?

News Flash!

We're moving!

*Wait... what's moving?*

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That's where we go live in a new house Epic... but don't worry. It's not far from here.

*Oh. Can I keep my bed?*

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Of course! You can keep everything! But we're actually going to stay with Grandma and Grandpa for a while, so you'll have to do without for a little bit.

*WAIT! Can I keep my stick!?*

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No. All you do is eat it, anyway.

*But I loves my stick! nom nom nom...*

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We don't get ownership of the new house until June 11th, so that'll be a bit challenging. Good thing there is family nearby willing to take Ep and I in!

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In other news... Epic starts Beginner Rally-O on Thursday! It'll be nice to have something else to do, as playing flyball once a week just isn't enough to wear Epic out. And he needs to be worn out. We've had an insane amount of rain here in the last month, which means some moisture has come into the basement. So the sump pump is running. It has been for two weeks. This went unnoticed by Epic until Tuesday night, when he decided the sump pump was a demon-cat-from-demon-cat-hell, and spent the ENTIRE NIGHT in the basement barking at it. Just thinking about it makes me want to kill him.

Prison Break!

So the little rescue made it into general population today. She has previously had limited access to the pack, as she LOVED to chase the little boys. I let her out into the yard with them today and she did very well until Epic got the zoomies... then she thought chasing sounded fun. HOWEVER, I only needed to say her name to call her off!

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Epic thought the new playmate was a great thing... actually, a little too great. He was a bit annoying at first and would NOT let her be.

^^Note the eyes.

A couple quick corrections from me, and we've settled in. They are generally just pleased to share the yard with each other, and there have even been some overtures of play! Good girl Dixie!

^^Dixie's idea of a joke.

Dumb Ass Dog

attempted to eat our roommate today.

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Apologize Epic.

*Me? What? No. Never happened.*

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I swear to doG... some days I just want to string him up by his toes and let little kids tickle him.

*Mmm... maybe a little sorry. Yup, feelin' some sorrys over here. No tickles please... kthnxbai.*

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If he keeps going like this, I'm going to get a lot of use out of that "Bad Puppy" label.

Don't even THINK

about waking that puppy. You'll make God cry.

I swear, I SWEAR to you dear blog readers.... this dog has not had a nap in a week. A whole week. A week the included offleash walks and not one, but two, TWO, flyball practices. A whole week of nice weather for outside zoomies and nothing has tired this boy out. We play. He plays. He barks and torments the other dogs. He barks and torments ME. My cute little puppy is an adolescent, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to strangle his cute little self.

I miss the way he used to run and run and run, and then fall over exhausted and sleep for 3 hours. I miss how 1o minutes of ball throwing and a little bit of training would put him in a little puppy coma.

Mostly, I miss my sanity.

Do NOT be fooled by those eyes! He does NOT want to cuddle with you. He wants to lure you close, and then eat you.

Reflection

So NOT!

Bad Puppy!

The other day my sister commented that I rarely have any pictures of Epic being bad on this blog. She thought all the good puppy pictures were an unfair representation and she wanted to see some of the REAL Epic.

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I can rectify this.

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For instance, Epic likes to chew. He likes to chew things he shouldn't chew. In the back room we have a table and two chairs. Epic likes to use the chairs to get onto the table, so one of them sits on the other side of the room, and one is turned towards the wall with the inside door leaning against it. Epic has figured out how to get onto this chair, but doesn't have the room to get off once he's up there.

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So he finds fun ways to pass time during his self-imprisonment. You'll notice that in the above picture he is chewing on the door. He SEES me standing there... but he KEEPS CHEWING! Brat.

*Oh hi mommies. Wasn't doin' anything. Could I get a lift out? Kthx.*

*Uh, mommies? You gonna help me? Why you so mad? ...maybe I don't want to come out...*

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You should see the chew marks on the chair from when I DON'T catch him in time.

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I've been able to control the chewing pretty well recently, as I made a fabulous discovery! I started out by trying Bitter Apple spray, but Epic just took that as a challenge... and undoubtably I would be the one getting the stuff in my mouth. One day, by chance, my roommate and I stumbled across the answer... VICKS! He HATES it! All of his favorite chew spots get a healthy slathering of the stuff, and we're good for a few days.