This week is not a good one for dog ownership. Our landlord, who lives above us, is dogsitting her mother's brittany spaniel. Having another dog in their territory, a dog they can't see or play with but can smell and hear, is making our dogs CRAZY. Found out yesterday the intruding dog also is not neutered, which just adds to the craziness. His doggie pheremones are coursing through our ventilation system and neither Sophie nor Tucker is keen to just sit around and accept it. No, they are interested in....barking through the vents, barking at the windows, scratching at the door, running around outside to see if the other dog is out there, playing with the other dog if he is outside (Sophie) or barking at the intact interloper until the entire neighborhood is fed up (Tucker). (Tucker barking is the worst, because he has the loud bark of a much bigger dog. He usually doesn't bark much, so hearing it so much now is really grating.) The worst is when our landlord lets her dog into the backyard. Our dogs can hear it, know he's out there, and all hell breaks loose until they can get outside. Whether or not they get to go out and run around with the other dog, it takes them about an HOUR to settle down afterwards. An hour. An hour of sniffing and whining and scratching and barking, with multiple trips upstairs to go outside and make sure the other dog isn't back, until they are calm. It is making life very difficult. The lack of sleep the first two nights this other dog was in the house were just horrible. If our dogs hadn't finally settled down last night and let me get a solid night sleep I really think I might have cracked. Let's hope the next few nights go as well.
The rest of this weekend was pretty calm. It was hot and sunny so I didn't do much. Sunday Jon and I saw "Get Smart" -- it was kind of silly and moderately funny and a good summer movie. We also had a long discussion about what types of prosthetics Jon would like if he had to have his feet amputated (wheels or treads), his legs amputated below the knee (bouncy things, like paralympic runners use), or his legs amputated above the knee (goat legs). Of course, if only one leg has to be amputated, he would like a peg leg. Yes, this is all very likely to happen so I'm glad we got the important stuff out in the open. I'll be sure to include all this in the living will...
I'm 28 weeks pregnant this week. My baby is 14.5 inches long, and 2.5 pounds. Whoopee!
2 comments:
you need to get the collar that shocks the dogs when they bark too loud. I know that this might not be popular in boulder, but it worked for the future SIL's golden retriever and they only had to use it for a week. The dog learned to not bark at everything going past the house.
Your baby is huge!
I can't believe you and Jon didn't discuss those matters before you got married. I mean seriously, who doesn't know their spouse's amputation preferences before taking the plunge?
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