This Dog Will Be The Death Of Me

This photo was taken yesterday:

3 times in the last 4 days. 3 baths for this dog because of THIS!

Our across-the-street neighbors have a hole under their fence. Chance can wiggle his way under it to play with the large dog they have. Large dog is kept in a 'dirt' yard...and its been raining for the last 4 days. Dirt yard has become MUD yard and Chance is loving it.

I am not.

UGH, and this photo was taken today (I am not amused):

Yes, that's right, another bath. He looked 10 times worse than he did yesterday.
It used to be that he would fight to get out of the tub and as soon as it was over he'd be out and shaking running around the house like a mad man.
Now...he just stands there with this UGH look on his face, head hanging low.
You'd think he'd quit going to the neighbor's and getting muddy.

Omg he is so mad at me. He wouldn't look at me or come out from under the chair.

Caught

Here I was, sitting at the hubby's computer and minding my own business. I had a fresh image of my dog twisted at odd angles in a chair, trying to lick the remaining food off of my daughter's plate.

Then, my husband says, "Make him get down."

I turn around to see this:


I nearly peed myself (I say that a lot - I have 2 kids...what can I say?). He was slurping and dripping milk EVERYWHERE!

See?


And then he got his head stuck. Greed CAN do that to a body. (Or is it gluttony?)

I'd Forgotten

I forgot the most annoying thing comes standard when you acquire a new puppy - ADD.

He goes outside and EVERYTHING is a distraction. He must sniff every blade of grass, he must chase every leaf that falls, he must sniff every animal (and all 'pieces' of them they leave behind) - no stone can be left unturned (or peed on). He also must introduce every spare stick and walnut to my living room floor. (I just spelled floor - flore. What is wrong with me?)

For the record - and keep all the previous paragraph in mind - this is my back yard: (and this is only MY half of the yard)

This is the big-A$$ tree in my backyard...see how devoid of leaves it is?:

He does love it though...and its cute when his ears go back when he runs, lol.

Another Introduction: Chance

Oh gosh, I have more amazing news. Sean and I have wanted to add to our family for a long time - something small and cuddly. We've held off for various reasons and Sean just didn't seem like he was into it.

UNTIL - Last night Sean came in as I was on my way out to take Ike to his parent-teacher conference (you don't want to know - but good thing is my son is a spelling genius...like is mother, lol). He was covered in dog hair. I assumed it was from the dog's at his work but asked him anyway and he said "Our dog." Yeah...it took me a second to catch on. I started to flip out with the excitement and was a little nervous to what he was getting out of the truck. Then I saw this face:

Love at first sight people - seriously. He just cuddled up in my arms like he's known me forever *gush gush*.

After Ike and I got back, the family drove out to Wal-Mart to get the needed supplies and argued over what his name should be - Isaac went through every boy name he's ever known from school and finally we decided on Chance. Like: This is his second chance.

Apparently, someone Sean knows through work just found him wandering around their neighborhood - and its getting cold out there.

Sean loves him - and its definately mutual. He loves just curling up in Sean's lap and sleeping.

(though he's not sleeping in this pic - he saw the camera and just sat up and posed for me *more gushing*) Then after photos were done he curled up around my camera - a dog after my own heart :).
I gave Sean some puppy dog eyes of my own last night and Chance got to sleep with us - and slept by me ALL NIGHT! I'd move and feel this little furry body and go 'awwww'.
We have no idea how old he is but discovered last night that his teeth are still small and sharp - and he only has a few of them. I did some research online today and I think he's a Japanese Chin (type of Spaniel) but his hair hasn't grown out yet (or he's mixed with something). He's potty-trained as far as I can tell - he hasn't gone in the house and has gone out with us when we smoke and potties then.

I'm in LURVE!!