Saturday, September 19, 2015

Brother - Sister Bond

Well it's been one month since Ralphie's life was changed with a new sister, Lucy.  If someone were to ask me what's better...one or two Vizslas...in a split second I would say two.

It's amazing how these two bonded in such a short time.  Lucy really put some pep in Ralphie's step these days.  She does not let him lay around for hours and hours.  She has really perked him up with her puppy play.  They stick together like a brother and sister should.  They're always by each other at the dog park...they know they belong together.  Ralphie doesn't play with many dogs, but he always plays with Lucy.  I can tell Lucy looks up admiring her big brother.  When he starts pointing at a lizard, she follows.  When he chases a squirrel, she follows.  She must think he's really smart.  LOL

Oh but there are times where big brother Ralphie doesn't want to be bothered by his little pesky sister.  Yep, he tells her, she walks away.  But truly most of the time, Ralphie will grin and bear it and let his little sister antagonize him when he's really not in the mood for play.  But she'll sense his mood and gives up on him, finds a bone to chew or toy to play with.

I'm so looking forward to watching their brother-sister relationship grow.  Love. 

Sunday, September 13, 2015

One Day At A Time

These days have been quite hectic with my two fur-babies.  Sometimes I think, "what did I get myself into."  Pretty much all my free time is dedicated to Ralphie and Lucy.  I can't remember the last time I've been on my bike or really did just for myself.  My days are planned around my pooches.

Recently I decided to cancel my October visit to my hometown for a couple of reasons, one including the pups.  Right now I don't think Ralphie is ready for me to leave for any length of time.  There's been dramatic changes in his life with Ollie passing and a new maniac puppy added to our home.  It also wouldn't be fair to ask anyone to care for Lucy at this stage in her life.  She's a handful right now.  I'll rethink my visit next year.

All my free time has been dedicated to dog walks, searching new dog food options, dog toy/bone shopping, picking up poo, washing pups, vet visits, and dog parks.  I know Lucy is quite feisty right now.   I'll get through this puppy stage as I did with Ralphie.  I do get a kick out of her playfulness, how she antagonizes Ralphie, and love her cuteness.   Lucy is in her "teenage" naughty years...testing me, testing Ralphie, and after all that she smooches me and Ralphie just to assure us all is good.  My big boy and little girl do give me so much joy.  I count my blessings each day I have these two who love me so much.

It's only going to take one day at a time.




Sunday, September 6, 2015

Puppies and Babies

I had an interesting conversation with my coworkers this past week.  The topic was DOGS.  LOL

Many of my coworkers think I'm a crazy dog lady to add another spastic Vizsla puppy to my family.  They pretty much laugh at me the way I talk about my pups.  So the conversation was going back and forth, with them laughing how much my pups mean to me, how much time a dedicate to my dogs. Little do they know, I hold back, I have so much more to say about my pups or just the topic, dogs.  More laughs and more laughs between my coworkers and then I said, "I like puppies better than babies."  They all got quiet.  Silence.  I had to explain, I do like babies, they're very sweet.  But I like puppies better.

I walk in a room with a baby in it and I walk in a room with a puppy... I'm drawn to the puppy.  A coworker may come into the office with their baby and of course I'm in aww over the baby...BUT  from a distance.  I may touch the babies soft hand.  But that's it.
Then somebody comes to the office with their new puppy.  Yep, I'm on the floor with the pup, I'm holding the pup, playing with the pup.  I'm enjoying every minute with this cute little puppy.  Joy!
I just get more excited over a puppy than a baby.  So.....

My coworkers just didn't get it.

Does this make me a bad person?   I hope not.