Reggie has been in the fam for a whole month! He's such a sweetheart. He spends the night in his crate and when I come into the living room in the morning, he thumps his tail against his crate, waiting for me to open the gate. Wag-wag-wag with his whole body as we say good morning. I put the tea kettle on & then I get their breakfast. Bingo gets her food in the Kong Wobbler, so she doesn't eat so fast. Reggie likes to eat his food in a bowl his crate--breakfast in bed. I always say to Bingo, "Where's your wobbler?" And she wag-wag-wags. Saturday morning, I said, "Where's your wobbler?" and Reggie went straight to his crate! He knew it was eatin' time!
Since the fence was finished, the dogs have spent a lot of rompin' time outside. We've had some really frosty-cold days, and some really nice ones. It doesn't seem to matter, they are HAPPY outside!
|Reggie finds a stick.|
Bingo watching squirrels:
|Sparring over a stick.|
|Hullo. Is it just me or does Bingo look like Winston Churchill here?|
|Reggie caught mid-ear-flap.|
1. Bingo comes in.
2. I go out.
3. Reggie goes in.
4. I go in.
It's not so bad except when I'm in my jammies. Speaking of . . . I met my neighbor-lady on Saturday morning at 7-ish. She let her 2 dogs out (a boxer & a lab-shepherd) and we had convivial chit-chat over the fence like Betty & Wilma. She was in her jammies, too. I apologized for my barking dogs and she was very nice & said it didn't bother her, which was good to hear. Bingo & Reggie can get really yappy!
I don't want them to be in the habit of it, tho. She's pregnant and I know she's not going to appreciate barking dogs when she's trying to get the wee one down for a nap. Speaking of the wee one . . . she was smoking. Smoking! And all I could think of was when my dad told me about the placenta of this woman we knew whose baby Mum delivered. He was her birth assistant, sometimes. Anyway, he said something like it was really small and the blood flow was restricted. This was prolly not one of the placentas I had to cart off to school to my biology teacher. Which--how cool is that? Says me now, not 14 year-old Hali. Anyway, I didn't want to start rambling about placentas to my neighbor. I mean, I don't really know her well enough to dive into a placenta convo. And it's not like in this day & age people don't know it's unhealthy for the baby when you smoke. That's the power of an addiction. Anyway, she was really nice, and a fellow dog lover & I hope she has a healthy baby. And placenta.
But I digress; back to the dogs:
|This reminds me of Maggie & Millie, together in the yard.|
And that's our week. :-) I promise next week's post will be free of placenta talk.