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Toddler Beds, Part II

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So.

It was only a matter of time before Sadie realized that Soren’s bed is exceptionally comfy and accessible to min pins. She’s been spending a lot of time in Soren’s bed regardless of whether Soren is in there. If he’s not, she’ll often burrow under the blanket to snuggle, as min pins are wont to do. She especially enjoys doing this in the evenings. She’ll be on or under his blanket when he goes to bed, and Soren will do his best to get in without disturbing her, because he’s already learned that sleeping with a snuggly little dog is the best thing in the world.

This worries me, because sleeping with a snuggly little dog is the best thing in the world. Fortunately, Sadie has been getting up and joining Ben and me on the couch in the evenings and then coming to bed with us. This is good because if she slept with Soren all night, we’d have to get another little dog who would sleep with us and hey, we totally don’t need another dog.

Untitledsnuggly #minpin

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November 19th, 2012 at 11:43 am

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Grapes & Stuff

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dog party
dog party

Here’s what I’ve made:

Day of the Dead necklace

A Day of the Dead necklace (beads from Etsy).

Peanut butter cup ice cream. Holy shit. I followed the recipe exactly. Holy shit. This might be the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten in my life. Honestly, it doesn’t really need the peanut butter cups. Peanut butter ice cream (with no chocolate or other additives) might seem a little odd, but it’s really, really good.

mother & son bracelets

Matching mother and son bracelets. Soren and I went to Michaels the other day to get some beads and, well, we got some beads. Soren picked out most of them, including the multicolored round and peace sign beads you see here. I figure it’s a good challenge to make jewelry using the random stuff Soren picks out. The two purple beads next to each other on his bracelet were the result of poor planning on my part. When it breaks (and I’m sure it will) I’ll remake it and fix that.

It’s not new, but I can’t get enough of this song (this version is very short for some reason, but you get the point).

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October 21st, 2012 at 8:59 pm

My New Hobby

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my workout partner

You’ve probably already noticed that I’m a pathetic loser who doesn’t get out much. When I do get out, it’s almost always with my husband and/or child. Aside from sitting around the house making stuff and working out,1 I have no hobbies or, well, recreational things I actually do. And so I finally decided I should get out of the house without my husband and/or child to do something fun. What a great idea, right? The possibilities are endless, right? I could . . . well, um, I don’t know. I could go to a spa? Learn to knit? Eh, that doesn’t sound very exciting. So what then? What can I do for fun and why is it so hard for me to figure out what to do for fun?

After thinking and thinking and thinking, I finally had an idea: I could take Peaches to dog obedience class. What could be a more fun girl’s night out than taking a Rottweiler to dog class? Nothing — or at least nothing I could think of — could be more fun.

And so it came to be that I took Peaches to dog class. I was a little nervous about this, because Peaches is very, very strong and has gotten aggressive with other dogs twice since we’ve had her,2 so I knew this could possibly happen again. The good news is it did not happen again and (if you can believe it) I had the most normal dog in dog class for the first time in my life.3 Someone actually asked her dog why he couldn’t be “normal, like that dog,” indicating Peaches. This made me LOL because 99 times out of 100, I’m the one saying that to my dog.

Aside from being completely unwilling to do “down” on a tile floor, Peaches was fantastic. She especially loves “watch me,” where you have a treat in your hand and hold it in front of your face so your dog will learn to look at you on command. She will gaze lovingly into your eyes for hours. That’s the thing with her — and maybe Rottweilers in general — and part of why I thought it would be cool to take her to class. You know how dogs are motivated by different things — like, some are food motivated and some are ball motivated? Well, being a dog, Peaches is food motivated. But she’s also, if this is even a thing, love motivated. I’ve never known a dog who wants so much with the very essence of her being to be loved. She wants to be with you and she wants you to love her more than she wants just about anything. It’s really, really awesome. Plus she’s very smart and I figured she needs a hobby as much as I do.

Next week, we’ll have to continue girls’ night out after class. We can go out for a beer. We can have adventures around the city, like an adult version of Good Dog, Carl. It’ll be awesome.
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Notes
1. Does “working out” count as a hobby? On the one hand, it takes up quite a bit of my time, but on the other hand, that’s a pretty lame hobby.
2. The first time was when a dog approached Soren and the second time was when we were at the dog park and I don’t know what about the particular dog set her off. Although terrifying, neither incident resulted in injury.
3. I think I’ve mentioned this before, but when we took Coltrane to class, the teacher had to build an actual wall around us because Coltrane couldn’t function with all the stimulation. Sadie did pretty well in class but is, well, Sadie.

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October 19th, 2012 at 12:59 pm

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Min Pin Snuggles

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Snuggly. #minpin #toddler

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September 18th, 2012 at 11:26 am

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I will never again

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live in a world where I don’t have a snuggly little dog.
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And, somebody is making remixes like his daddy.

Somebody is doing a remix.

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September 6th, 2012 at 7:43 pm

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The Camping Story

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The drive home was representative of our camping trip. We were happily cruising along I-70, Sadie in my lap and Soren and Peaches sleeping in the back seat. This is nice! Life is good! All of a sudden, traffic came to a complete stop. (It turned out the road was closed ahead because this happened, which holy crap I’m glad we missed that. We missed another accident on 70 on the way out — that one resulted in people being stuck on the road for 4 hours. Even during off-times, you pretty much have to be crazy to drive to the mountains on 70 anymore.) We got off 70 and took Lookout Mountain Road, which would’ve been awesome but for everything else. Soren woke up and wanted something nobody could reach. Peaches woke up and vomited all over the car. I had to pee and Sadie kept poking me in the belly with her little stick legs and wouldn’t sit still.

We made two major mistakes while camping. The first was taking the little inflatable “pillows” that came with our air mattress instead of regular pillows. Don’t ever do this. Bring regular pillows. The second was failing to take into account the horrific trashy camping neighbors factor.

I don’t, in general, make a practice of calling people trashy. I mean, it’s kind of gross. But I’m going to do it now. Holy hell. Two SUVs roll up and park between our campsite and the one next to us. Several adults with what appeared to be prison tattoos and a few children (the children were fine) got out. The driver was drinking a beer, which means she was drinking and driving with children in the car. They accused us of stealing their campsite, claiming they had reserved our site and the next one. I got out our printed confirmation, showing that we had in fact reserved our site, and dude asks Ben if they can park some cars on our site because they had, like, 15 more people coming. Ben said no. They said they’d try to squeeze everyone into the one site, moved their cars over there, and proceeded to talk shit about us, which, whatever, saying that we were “only 3 campers,” like we didn’t need our whole site. Which, whatever, we reserved the site because, well, we wanted to use it and weren’t looking to spend what was supposed to be our relaxing little trip with obnoxious strangers and we were careful to pick a site where our yappy little dog wouldn’t see people at whom she’d like to yap. Every other word of every sentence uttered by every adult over there all night and into the next day was “fuck” (and at one point there was a big argument about someone being a fucking drunk) and fine, I swear, but come on, man.

Quiet hours at the campground begin at 10 p.m. These folks were loud as hell until 3 in the morning. In a normal world, we would’ve asked them to be quiet, but they just didn’t seem like they’d respond well to such a request, especially from the people who stole their imaginary reserved campsite. I resorted to the “Stream Water Flowing” selection from my White Noise app to try to drown them out. I waited for them to die or morning to come. They made brats at 2 in the morning. I dozed off for a few minutes but didn’t get to sleep until after 5 and slept for maybe an hour or two.

If not for these fuckers (sorry), the endeavor wouldn’t have been so bad, even considering that it took forever to put up our tent (it’s super old and hard to deal with); it was so windy we almost couldn’t get the tent up and then when we did the whole thing shook and the door flaps made horrible flap-flap-flapping sounds such that nobody would’ve been able to sleep in there if the wind didn’t die down; it rained for a while; by the time we got everything set up and waited out the rain and got dinner made, it was pitch dark; Soren slept on my lap by the campfire for a while but then woke up and we all had to go to bed because he’s two and didn’t want to go to bed by himself in a sleeping bag in a tent in the middle of wherever the hell we were, which is totally understandable but it was impossible to sleep with the ruckus next door.

Okay, enough negativity. Our campsite was great (although we wouldn’t have minded something level); Soren did reasonably well; Sadie and Peaches were totally awesome; the food was fantastic, especially the feta (I pretty much followed the directions but used dried oregano and left out the capers — I mixed everything but the cheese in a jar the night before; at the site I poured the oil mixture over a block of feta, which I wrapped in foil and we cooked over the fire) and the pancakes.

We stayed at the Cow Creek South Campground, which is on the Green Mountain Reservoir, across from Heeney (if you go and you want to get to Heeney from the campground, turn left as you leave the campground because it’s shorter than going right and you get to drive over the dam, which is kind of cool). I recommend the campground with the major caveat that you might have annoying neighbors and if you do, there’s not much you can do about it because there’s nobody on site to enforce the rules. (From what I can tell, rangers visit the campground and do some maintenance, but don’t stay.) The sites are spacious and, in our experience, private enough for you to pee there if you’re into that sort of thing. Each site has a fire ring (fires are currently allowed) and a picnic table. You can reserve a site online at recreation.gov (I recommend printing your confirmation if you do this in case anybody tries to jack your site).

After we got home, we spent the rest of the weekend having conversations like this:

Me: You know what’s awesome?

Ben: What?

Me: We’re not camping.

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Me: You know what’s awesome?

Ben: What?

Me: Cleaning the house is not camping.

I can’t say we’ll never go camping again, but it’ll be a while. We’ll bring real pillows and reserve, like, three sites in a row in an attempt to prevent annoying neighbors.

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August 20th, 2012 at 10:27 am

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Dogstagram

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Germans and a dirty door

Sorry about the dirty door.

Sometimes, the Germans get all anxious to go outside, so I let them out. When I look outside a minute later, they’re somewhere in the yard, close to each other, just lounging around, like hey, thank you for facilitating this urgent meeting . . . this relaxing in the yard stuff is serious business.

Coltrane, in true curmudgeon fashion, does his own thing and cares not for the leisure pursuits of other dogs. Earlier this evening, Peaches was trying to play with him. She was running around the yard having the dog crazies — you know how dogs get when they’re playing, where they’re all run run run run freeze run run play bow run run run freeze. That’s one of my favorite things in the world. (One of my other favorite things in the world, also dog-related, is when a dog rests his or her chin on you.) Coltrane just stood there and barked and wanted to go inside and watch his stories or do whatever it is really old people do.

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August 13th, 2012 at 9:15 pm

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