Soooo... we're back after a short hiatus. Thatch had writers block and I had a crazy hectic work schedule. He wanted me to tell everybody that he now likes to play with other dogs and he's very curious of cats and thinks that they want to play with him. Last week he was trying to get one of the cats to play with him and he ended up with a new scar on his ear. Apparently he didn't learn his lesson because he still tries to make the cats chase him and he chases the cats in return. Crazy little man. Thatch says he is still working on getting back in shape... me too Thatch, me too.
I can't post any new photos right now because our computer isn't set up yet. But when we get everything set up I've got some videos to show everybody how big Thatcher is now (and what a whiney boy he is). As for me... I've gone back to day shift but can't decide if I want to stay there or go to nights when I'm finished with this. I suppose they both have their pros and cons, but I think the most important thing is working with people I can stand to be around for 12hours a day for multiple days in a row!
Don't think that Thatch isn't doing anymore crazy shenanigans, because he TOTALLY is. I gave him one of his Christmas presents early because all of his things are still packed. So it was this non-stuffed animal and he adores it. The first few days he babied it and would just toss it around and want to lay it on my lap or if i was laying down he would lay it across my face. Well all that's over and now he had ripped his baby in half and doesn't even try to keep the 2 halves together. I woke up this morning with the head end of it in my bed under the covers and Thatch had the tail end in his crate. What a good parent he is to this new baby.
He is in the habit of throwing a tantrum when he wants out of his crate. He's just like a little kid. He will stamp his feet on the plastic flooring of his crate and drag his foot so it makes a scraping noise and then he will punch the cage wall with his hands so it makes a horrible rattling noise. This is usually early in the morning or late at night. Occasionally I'll let him sleep in bed with me... but sometimes he's such a bed hog and he sleeps in the middle of the bed and I can't pull the sheets out from under him! What a fatty. I haven't weighed him in a long time but i think he's about to hit a growing period because he's starting to look like skelataur again and he has crazy long legs but his torso is still the same length! I think he's gonna end up being a very big boy. He weighs 60 pounds already!
Oh... and let me tell yall about this fool at dinner time! Hahahahaha. He's such a diva. I mix his dry food with canned food and try to stir it all together so that there are no dry pieces. But if I don't do a good enough job he lets me know because he will use his nose to scoop EVERYTHING out of his bowl that he doesn't feel like eating. And he's such a SLOB! He will carry food in his mouth and try to chew and walk at the same time and so I can always tell where he's been because there is a trail of slobbery dog food all through the house. What a cleanly little guy he is. :/
Ok that has to be all for now because we have to go to the post office and send a few packages out!
Friday, October 15, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Harry Potter
So, Thatcher thinks he's Harry Potter. He found a long smooth stick outside and instead of picking it up in the middle (like any other dog would) he picked it up at the end so it hung out of his mouth like a dangling cigarette. Instead, since he doesn't smoke, it looked like he was trying to be Harry Potter because this woman was walking by and he pointed his wand at her and began swirling it around like he was trying to cast a spell or make something appear.
Well, earlier this week was the death AND resurrection of "Mr. Duckworth"... Like I said, Thatch's stuffed babies never make it through their first month of life! He's like one of those inexperienced/ irresponsible teen moms who's baby comes to some horrible end. Well, I guess he's not quite that bad... maybe i'm over-exaggerating slightly. :/
Thatch has been sick this week and his right eye looks absolutely horrible. :( He's been sneezing and coughing and scratching his eyes. My poor little guy. We went running and Thatch is TOTALLY out of shape! Poor guy had to stop every few hundred feet for a breather, which he cleverly disguised as a potty break! Haha.
*My little cutie*
Well, earlier this week was the death AND resurrection of "Mr. Duckworth"... Like I said, Thatch's stuffed babies never make it through their first month of life! He's like one of those inexperienced/ irresponsible teen moms who's baby comes to some horrible end. Well, I guess he's not quite that bad... maybe i'm over-exaggerating slightly. :/
Thatch has been sick this week and his right eye looks absolutely horrible. :( He's been sneezing and coughing and scratching his eyes. My poor little guy. We went running and Thatch is TOTALLY out of shape! Poor guy had to stop every few hundred feet for a breather, which he cleverly disguised as a potty break! Haha.
*My little cutie*
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Shenanigans and "Cutie Pies"... whatever that means.
So I think Thatch has settled on a sibling rather than a wife! He said he's just not ready for that type of commitment and he's not quite sure he wants kids either... guess I was just a mommy projecting my wants for him. :/
Wednesday Thatch attempted to pee on a pole while lifting his back leg... he accomplished it... but started to lose balance and began to pee on his front leg too. This startled him like he couldn't figure out why this whole thing wasn't working out and so he ended up looking crazy... like always. He was peeing and walking and looking confused and attempting to lift his back leg while walking. Its better than what he was doing though... he would lift the hind leg, but instead of bending it he would just keep it straight and stiff with the toes pointed like a tiny dancer... and he would try to lean onto the other three legs enough that the 4th leg was even off the ground. Nice.
Thatcher went to PetSmart and picked out all his own toys. One of the things he got was a bird of some sort that is about the size of a football. This is the baddest little bird on the planet. Every time my sweet angel tries to bring his bird on the bed and snuggle with it the silly bird ALWAYS tries to jump off the bed (it's usually successful). Poor Thatcher has to keep jumping off and on the bed to bring that bad little baby back! I told him he needs to spank it, but he's too kind for that (ANDDDD I think he's secretly the one "making" the bird jump off the bed by shoving it with his nose or flinging it in the air with his mouth)! Thatcher is just as sweet as can be to that bird. He even cuddles with it like he loves it! It's funny because sometimes I catch myself calling him the strangest things... like "cutie bird" or "angel pie".... who does that except someone who's TOTALLY in love!? It's true, I admit it... I'm totally in love with Thatchey boo! How could you not be... look at that face!
*Cutie bird with his bird... yeah, his collar says "Bad to the Bone" jealous?!*
He also has a giant rawhide stick that WAS about as long as my leg from knee to heel... I said WAS because he had it destroyed in about 45minutes after we opened it.... and that was supposed to be for "strong chewers". Yeah, well, I'm gonna need something for megastrong supermanesque chewers... something more concrete (ehhh EHHH!? Get iiiit!? HAHAHA).
Thatcher has also gotten into the habit of being really sweet right before bed so that he can sleep with me and cuddle in my bed. He somehow manages to then sprawl out across the whole king size mattress (the wrong way) and fall asleep while I'm brushing my teeth... so then I have to quietly craaaaaawl onto my little 1" sliver of bed space, trying not to wake him because if I do he thinks it's play time and jumps up to attack me and dig the covers right off of me.
*King of the king*
Thatcher has also learned to high-five and does it for treats, when he wants your attention, or when he thinks it will make him look cool around the other kids. He's been trying to learn to roll over, but what he ends up doing is lying down on his stomach and when I say "roll over" he slooooowly switches over to lying down on his side and he makes sure he's extra dramatic and slow when he lays his giant head down very last.... and then he looks at you like "LOOK! I did it!" That's what we're calling rolling over.
Oh and did I show y'all how big Thatch is and how he still INSISTS that he's a lap dog?!
*Mama's baby :]*
Wednesday Thatch attempted to pee on a pole while lifting his back leg... he accomplished it... but started to lose balance and began to pee on his front leg too. This startled him like he couldn't figure out why this whole thing wasn't working out and so he ended up looking crazy... like always. He was peeing and walking and looking confused and attempting to lift his back leg while walking. Its better than what he was doing though... he would lift the hind leg, but instead of bending it he would just keep it straight and stiff with the toes pointed like a tiny dancer... and he would try to lean onto the other three legs enough that the 4th leg was even off the ground. Nice.
Thatcher went to PetSmart and picked out all his own toys. One of the things he got was a bird of some sort that is about the size of a football. This is the baddest little bird on the planet. Every time my sweet angel tries to bring his bird on the bed and snuggle with it the silly bird ALWAYS tries to jump off the bed (it's usually successful). Poor Thatcher has to keep jumping off and on the bed to bring that bad little baby back! I told him he needs to spank it, but he's too kind for that (ANDDDD I think he's secretly the one "making" the bird jump off the bed by shoving it with his nose or flinging it in the air with his mouth)! Thatcher is just as sweet as can be to that bird. He even cuddles with it like he loves it! It's funny because sometimes I catch myself calling him the strangest things... like "cutie bird" or "angel pie".... who does that except someone who's TOTALLY in love!? It's true, I admit it... I'm totally in love with Thatchey boo! How could you not be... look at that face!
*Cutie bird with his bird... yeah, his collar says "Bad to the Bone" jealous?!*
He also has a giant rawhide stick that WAS about as long as my leg from knee to heel... I said WAS because he had it destroyed in about 45minutes after we opened it.... and that was supposed to be for "strong chewers". Yeah, well, I'm gonna need something for megastrong supermanesque chewers... something more concrete (ehhh EHHH!? Get iiiit!? HAHAHA).
Thatcher has also gotten into the habit of being really sweet right before bed so that he can sleep with me and cuddle in my bed. He somehow manages to then sprawl out across the whole king size mattress (the wrong way) and fall asleep while I'm brushing my teeth... so then I have to quietly craaaaaawl onto my little 1" sliver of bed space, trying not to wake him because if I do he thinks it's play time and jumps up to attack me and dig the covers right off of me.
*King of the king*
Thatcher has also learned to high-five and does it for treats, when he wants your attention, or when he thinks it will make him look cool around the other kids. He's been trying to learn to roll over, but what he ends up doing is lying down on his stomach and when I say "roll over" he slooooowly switches over to lying down on his side and he makes sure he's extra dramatic and slow when he lays his giant head down very last.... and then he looks at you like "LOOK! I did it!" That's what we're calling rolling over.
Oh and did I show y'all how big Thatch is and how he still INSISTS that he's a lap dog?!
*Mama's baby :]*
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Back from our break
Hello all. Thatcher and I are returning from our hiatus. Thatch was getting tired of writing so much because he said I don't know how hard it is for him to type with no thumbs. He's right... I don't. So here's what's been going on with us lately.
Thatcher is house broken and as much of a clown as he was as a baby. He had his 1st birthday on 18Aug. He got a breakfast of champions and loved every minute of it. Now that he's bigger people are even more afraid of him... even though he wags his tail (actually his entire butt) when he sees people. He went to a new daycare/boarding place and they described him as "an angel and a sweet follower... well mannered".... HAHAHAHA! He must have been on his best behavior... good thing he takes his mommy's advice huh!? He still isn't interested in girls just yet, but we're trying. Oh... he has also learned to lift his leg when he potties! He only does it when he's marking though and still squats when he regularly goes. Thatch wanted me to put together an ad for him... so here it is below.
WANTED
One year old male looking for older female companion with domineering personality. Likes chew toys, fancy cuisine, playing and long walks to the park. Has short reddish brown hair with black low lights and big brown eyes with eyelashes to die for. Handsome muscular build with a rebel streak and great smile. Enjoys sweet talk and snuggling while watching movies and eating popcorn. Enjoys the open road with wind blowing through his hair. Open to discuss long-term relationship and possibly kids. Please contact his mommy to schedule a meeting. See photo below.
Thatcher is house broken and as much of a clown as he was as a baby. He had his 1st birthday on 18Aug. He got a breakfast of champions and loved every minute of it. Now that he's bigger people are even more afraid of him... even though he wags his tail (actually his entire butt) when he sees people. He went to a new daycare/boarding place and they described him as "an angel and a sweet follower... well mannered".... HAHAHAHA! He must have been on his best behavior... good thing he takes his mommy's advice huh!? He still isn't interested in girls just yet, but we're trying. Oh... he has also learned to lift his leg when he potties! He only does it when he's marking though and still squats when he regularly goes. Thatch wanted me to put together an ad for him... so here it is below.
WANTED
One year old male looking for older female companion with domineering personality. Likes chew toys, fancy cuisine, playing and long walks to the park. Has short reddish brown hair with black low lights and big brown eyes with eyelashes to die for. Handsome muscular build with a rebel streak and great smile. Enjoys sweet talk and snuggling while watching movies and eating popcorn. Enjoys the open road with wind blowing through his hair. Open to discuss long-term relationship and possibly kids. Please contact his mommy to schedule a meeting. See photo below.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Dungeons and Dragons
Sunday/Monday Thatcher went to the Dog park... pretty uneventful. He did the usual hiding under the picnic table and jumping out when he thought other dogs were unaware of him! I think he might be anti-social... ever since that stupid dog attacked him in the park and bit his ear he's been afraid of playing with other dogs. :( He LOOOOVES Bruce though and will play with his brother from another mother any day!
*Siamese doggies*
Tuesday Thatcher had a play date with Bruce and they were sooooo happy! They shook their heads at each other and played for HOURS! One would get tired and lay down and the other would run over there and attack!
*Thatch and Brucey Pie playing - Thatcher has the high-pitched voice*
Wednesday Thatcher made a game out of something that was supposed to be obedience training. I keep a water spray bottle around for when he gets on the furniture or does something he's not supposed to... but leave it to Thatcher to think it's fun to be sprayed in the face! He does his "0-60 butt drop" and takes off running! Of course it's funny so I can't help but laugh, but that only reinforces his bad behavior!
Thursday Thatch went to a new vet to get his bordatella shot so next week he can go to the daycare to be boarded while I'm gone. We also switched over from dry food only to half dry and half canned. Thatcher thinks he died and went to heaven. I'm gonna have the fattest dog in the tri-state area!
I'm seriously considering having Thatch the "N" word... no, you're right, boy dog likes to hear that word so we'll just say "snip snip." He's not even interested in girls. Bruce, who is 1 month older, is totally interested in girls when we go to the dog park. Thatcher, on the other hand, isn't. OMG, what if my baby is gay!? I'll love him no matter what.... no grandpuppies here, I guess :(
OMG what if Thatch is one of those "Dungeon and Dragons" kids!? He growled at me when I just typed that! He IS interested in bug searching more than playing with other dogs when we're at the park. :/ He's most definitely a mama's boy. Every time we go to the park and he wants to play with another dog he'll run at them and bark and then hightail it back to my side like I'm going to save him!
*I swear I have shorts on in this photo*
I went ahead and spoiled Thatcher 2 days this week because he was good and had no accidents in the house on those days... he got to sleep in the bed with me. He was an excellent little bed mate once he realized it's not play time and that he can't smash around on ANYTHING under the covers! I think I have a footprint on my abdomen now! Haha.
*2 of the cutest brown-eyed boys I know*
*Siamese doggies*
Tuesday Thatcher had a play date with Bruce and they were sooooo happy! They shook their heads at each other and played for HOURS! One would get tired and lay down and the other would run over there and attack!
*Thatch and Brucey Pie playing - Thatcher has the high-pitched voice*
Wednesday Thatcher made a game out of something that was supposed to be obedience training. I keep a water spray bottle around for when he gets on the furniture or does something he's not supposed to... but leave it to Thatcher to think it's fun to be sprayed in the face! He does his "0-60 butt drop" and takes off running! Of course it's funny so I can't help but laugh, but that only reinforces his bad behavior!
Thursday Thatch went to a new vet to get his bordatella shot so next week he can go to the daycare to be boarded while I'm gone. We also switched over from dry food only to half dry and half canned. Thatcher thinks he died and went to heaven. I'm gonna have the fattest dog in the tri-state area!
I'm seriously considering having Thatch the "N" word... no, you're right, boy dog likes to hear that word so we'll just say "snip snip." He's not even interested in girls. Bruce, who is 1 month older, is totally interested in girls when we go to the dog park. Thatcher, on the other hand, isn't. OMG, what if my baby is gay!? I'll love him no matter what.... no grandpuppies here, I guess :(
OMG what if Thatch is one of those "Dungeon and Dragons" kids!? He growled at me when I just typed that! He IS interested in bug searching more than playing with other dogs when we're at the park. :/ He's most definitely a mama's boy. Every time we go to the park and he wants to play with another dog he'll run at them and bark and then hightail it back to my side like I'm going to save him!
*I swear I have shorts on in this photo*
I went ahead and spoiled Thatcher 2 days this week because he was good and had no accidents in the house on those days... he got to sleep in the bed with me. He was an excellent little bed mate once he realized it's not play time and that he can't smash around on ANYTHING under the covers! I think I have a footprint on my abdomen now! Haha.
*2 of the cutest brown-eyed boys I know*
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Winter in June
Saturday and Sunday We went to the dog park and Thatcher had TONS of fun! He even got punked out by a little beagle!
Monday Thatcher was actually good and let me massage his massive meat head while he laid his head on my lap and made sounds that in English would have translated to "Ohhhhh that feeeeeeels soooooooo goooooooood!!!!"
Tuesday he had a play date with his best friend Bruce! They're a match made in heaven! :) At first when we got to the park it was just Thatcher and Bruce and a cute little dobie named Angel. Well Let me tell ya, Thatcher wasn't too happy when Bruce and Angel started playing and rough-housing... Thatch just stuck his nose up in the air and walked off and came to sit by his mama at the picnic table! Once they were alone at last it was back to old times with the two of them rough-housing and shaking their heads at each other with their mouths open while making cooing noises! They're a strange pair! When it was time for Bruce to go home Thatcher sat and waited for him to come back. Then when he realized he wasn't coming back he went and put himself to bed and was crying himself to sleep. :(
*Thatcher is on the left and Bruce is on the right*
Wednesday Thatcher was back to scheming and being a clown! There was a tiny little chipmunk outside on the stump by the balcony and Thatcher kept pawing at the glass and slapping it... trying to tell Alvin that he couldn't be there! Then they sat for about 20 minutes and had a staring contest. Thatcher won. After Alvin got bored because Thatcher couldn't break through the glass he proceeded to dart back and forth by the glass as if to say, "Hahahaha Thatcher... you'll never catch me, friend!!! Stay under your mommies skirt mama's boy!!" Thatch also broke the sliding screen door today and turned his cage into a snow globe because he misses winter -- really he just ripped his bed up and tore all the stuffing out!!
*Thatcher's version of a White Summer*
It always makes me laugh when I pat Thatch on the bottom or pet his back legs because his tiny little nubbin of a tail will point in whatever direction I'm touching... it's almost as if it were a feeler like bugs have or a boat rotor or something! Thatcher eats leaves like it's going out of style!
Friday Thatcher got the spankin of his life! He went outside to potty and when he was done i attempted to make him come back inside, but I guess he was showing off because he jumped up and scratched me across the face... now I look like Scar from Lion King! :(
Monday Thatcher was actually good and let me massage his massive meat head while he laid his head on my lap and made sounds that in English would have translated to "Ohhhhh that feeeeeeels soooooooo goooooooood!!!!"
Tuesday he had a play date with his best friend Bruce! They're a match made in heaven! :) At first when we got to the park it was just Thatcher and Bruce and a cute little dobie named Angel. Well Let me tell ya, Thatcher wasn't too happy when Bruce and Angel started playing and rough-housing... Thatch just stuck his nose up in the air and walked off and came to sit by his mama at the picnic table! Once they were alone at last it was back to old times with the two of them rough-housing and shaking their heads at each other with their mouths open while making cooing noises! They're a strange pair! When it was time for Bruce to go home Thatcher sat and waited for him to come back. Then when he realized he wasn't coming back he went and put himself to bed and was crying himself to sleep. :(
*Thatcher is on the left and Bruce is on the right*
Wednesday Thatcher was back to scheming and being a clown! There was a tiny little chipmunk outside on the stump by the balcony and Thatcher kept pawing at the glass and slapping it... trying to tell Alvin that he couldn't be there! Then they sat for about 20 minutes and had a staring contest. Thatcher won. After Alvin got bored because Thatcher couldn't break through the glass he proceeded to dart back and forth by the glass as if to say, "Hahahaha Thatcher... you'll never catch me, friend!!! Stay under your mommies skirt mama's boy!!" Thatch also broke the sliding screen door today and turned his cage into a snow globe because he misses winter -- really he just ripped his bed up and tore all the stuffing out!!
*Thatcher's version of a White Summer*
It always makes me laugh when I pat Thatch on the bottom or pet his back legs because his tiny little nubbin of a tail will point in whatever direction I'm touching... it's almost as if it were a feeler like bugs have or a boat rotor or something! Thatcher eats leaves like it's going out of style!
Friday Thatcher got the spankin of his life! He went outside to potty and when he was done i attempted to make him come back inside, but I guess he was showing off because he jumped up and scratched me across the face... now I look like Scar from Lion King! :(
Monday, May 31, 2010
Isn't She Lovely... Isn't She Wonderful!?
Sunday we went for a walk to the dog park... Thatcher is doing better and better on his lead... BIG thanks to Michelle!! So at the dog park Thatch is extremely selective in who he plays with! If he doesn't want to play with another dog he will just stand there and stare at them... this makes people ask "Is your dog friendly... because if he's not friendly then you don't need to bring him here." Everybody becomes an investigator when you go to the dog park... it's almost more trouble than it's worth! Today this boy who was about 12 or 13 stopped me at the gate and played investigator... i wanted to make Thatcher poop on him... but we all know that's not gonna happen! To make matters worse... this little boy was one of those owners who is constantly yelling at their dog... i mean for Pete's sake... you bring your dog to the park to let them off their leash to play.... not so you can control them and act like this is the perfect training environment... you're just annoying... even your dog thinks so!!! Anyway, so after we got home Thatcher went in the kitchen and plopped himself down on the tiles and laid there the whole afternoon like a lazy boy!
Monday I walked around out in public with my pants unzipped... Thatcher didn't even bother to say anything.
Tuesday I realized that my little baby isn't a baby anymore... body wise, he's at his awkward teenage phase and attitude wise he's a cross between a teenager and a 2 year old.... just constantly throwing tantrums. Guess I'm getting what I gave when I was younger. :/
*His younger, sweeter years*
Wednesday Thatcher had a sniff of wine and decided that he needed a drink... at 9 months old he wants wine! What a monster! I saw lightning bugs outside but Thatcher was too busy seeing how high he could jump to pay them any attention. BUUUUUTTT He does have this fascination with bugs... every time we're inside he jumps against the sliding doors when he sees a tiny little bug fly by. He used to want to be a dishwasher when he grew up... but maybe he changed his mind and now wants to be an entomologist!! YES! Thatcher's gonna be makin' the big bucks for his mommy!
*The perfect bug watching spot*
Thursday I noticed that Thatcher needs braces!!! He has crazy teeth just like his mommy!
*You can kind of see his crazy teeth here*
Friday, today, I heard a bunch of jangling so I turned around to see what it was.... It was Thatcher... chasing a bug that was in our apartment... he got it in his mouth and would flip it up in the air... just like he did with his AFLAC duck before he ripped it's face off!!! When it landed he dug a hole in the carpet for it to sit... then he picked it up again and flung it through the air! On closer inspection... the "bug" ended up being a cherry pit. Hahaha! We're tired today... and when I say "we" what I mean is "ME"... I'm tired! SOMEBODY... not naming any names... was having crazy puppy dreams last night and kept kicking the wall of his crate and scratching his talons on the plastic floor and whimpering. Oh and this nameless individual has come up with a new way to do his hair before he goes to sleep at night so it will look perfect for the next day.
*When I see him like this Stevie Wonder's "Isn't she lovely" comes on in my head"*
Monday I walked around out in public with my pants unzipped... Thatcher didn't even bother to say anything.
Tuesday I realized that my little baby isn't a baby anymore... body wise, he's at his awkward teenage phase and attitude wise he's a cross between a teenager and a 2 year old.... just constantly throwing tantrums. Guess I'm getting what I gave when I was younger. :/
*His younger, sweeter years*
Wednesday Thatcher had a sniff of wine and decided that he needed a drink... at 9 months old he wants wine! What a monster! I saw lightning bugs outside but Thatcher was too busy seeing how high he could jump to pay them any attention. BUUUUUTTT He does have this fascination with bugs... every time we're inside he jumps against the sliding doors when he sees a tiny little bug fly by. He used to want to be a dishwasher when he grew up... but maybe he changed his mind and now wants to be an entomologist!! YES! Thatcher's gonna be makin' the big bucks for his mommy!
*The perfect bug watching spot*
Thursday I noticed that Thatcher needs braces!!! He has crazy teeth just like his mommy!
*You can kind of see his crazy teeth here*
Friday, today, I heard a bunch of jangling so I turned around to see what it was.... It was Thatcher... chasing a bug that was in our apartment... he got it in his mouth and would flip it up in the air... just like he did with his AFLAC duck before he ripped it's face off!!! When it landed he dug a hole in the carpet for it to sit... then he picked it up again and flung it through the air! On closer inspection... the "bug" ended up being a cherry pit. Hahaha! We're tired today... and when I say "we" what I mean is "ME"... I'm tired! SOMEBODY... not naming any names... was having crazy puppy dreams last night and kept kicking the wall of his crate and scratching his talons on the plastic floor and whimpering. Oh and this nameless individual has come up with a new way to do his hair before he goes to sleep at night so it will look perfect for the next day.
*When I see him like this Stevie Wonder's "Isn't she lovely" comes on in my head"*
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Killer Dogs and Such..
This weekend Thatcher started with his walker, Michelle. He's been soooo great now... no more accidents in the house and he's less hyper now that he's able to get some energy out during the afternoon. Complete 180!
Saturday morning I was in my room and Thatcher was in his crate. I was changing and I guess Thatch didn't like what I had on because he turned his head to the side and did a growl/wimper! A dog with fashion sense!
Tuesday I somehow managed to trick Thatcher into taking his pills! I WIN! Score... Thatcher:109430820938, Me: 1
Also on Tuesday... took Thatch for a walk and came across this teenage girl who was already acting afraid of Thatcher.... so she stayed like 10 feet back and asked what kind of dog Thatcher was and I told her Boxer... and he took a step towards her and she got all scared and started to run... So i TRIED to tell her that he just wanted to smell her, but she kept going, so I said, "Ok so he's really not a Boxer, he's really a breed that eats humans for lunch and that's why I brought him out in public in the middle of the afternoon when I knew you kids would be getting out of school!!!" People are so dog ignorant sometimes it's irritating. I mean seriously... Thatcher walked towards her smiling and wagging not only his tail, but his whole rear end and the stupid girl thought he was going to attack her. When we're out on walks or runs in the trails people avoid us like the black plague!!! It's rather ridiculous!
*How can you think a face like THIS would hurt you!?*
Friday night Thatcher took all his aggression/energy out on this pine tree in front of our apartment. He jumped toward it like it was his opponent in the boxing ring and took a swipe at it with his right paw... and the next hop forward he swiped with the left and bit some little pine needles off the lowest branch and then realized that wasn't the smartest thing because he now had a mouth full of pine needles. He looked like he'd been attacked by a porcupine... in the face!!! THEEEEENNNN... he saw a cute little mini terrier (female) and decided he LOOOOOVED her. So what did he do??? Well he did his famous trick... he went crazy and decided to do a flip OVER his leash and then spin around in circles with his butt really low to the ground! Like THAT's gonna get her attention! Haha. Crazy little man.
*Thatcher when he actually WAS a little man*
Saturday morning I was in my room and Thatcher was in his crate. I was changing and I guess Thatch didn't like what I had on because he turned his head to the side and did a growl/wimper! A dog with fashion sense!
Tuesday I somehow managed to trick Thatcher into taking his pills! I WIN! Score... Thatcher:109430820938, Me: 1
Also on Tuesday... took Thatch for a walk and came across this teenage girl who was already acting afraid of Thatcher.... so she stayed like 10 feet back and asked what kind of dog Thatcher was and I told her Boxer... and he took a step towards her and she got all scared and started to run... So i TRIED to tell her that he just wanted to smell her, but she kept going, so I said, "Ok so he's really not a Boxer, he's really a breed that eats humans for lunch and that's why I brought him out in public in the middle of the afternoon when I knew you kids would be getting out of school!!!" People are so dog ignorant sometimes it's irritating. I mean seriously... Thatcher walked towards her smiling and wagging not only his tail, but his whole rear end and the stupid girl thought he was going to attack her. When we're out on walks or runs in the trails people avoid us like the black plague!!! It's rather ridiculous!
*How can you think a face like THIS would hurt you!?*
Friday night Thatcher took all his aggression/energy out on this pine tree in front of our apartment. He jumped toward it like it was his opponent in the boxing ring and took a swipe at it with his right paw... and the next hop forward he swiped with the left and bit some little pine needles off the lowest branch and then realized that wasn't the smartest thing because he now had a mouth full of pine needles. He looked like he'd been attacked by a porcupine... in the face!!! THEEEEENNNN... he saw a cute little mini terrier (female) and decided he LOOOOOVED her. So what did he do??? Well he did his famous trick... he went crazy and decided to do a flip OVER his leash and then spin around in circles with his butt really low to the ground! Like THAT's gonna get her attention! Haha. Crazy little man.
*Thatcher when he actually WAS a little man*
Monday, May 17, 2010
It's as easy as A,B,C!
Soooo Thatcher had to go back to the basics of puppy training and re-learn his manners, etc. He seems to be doing a lot better with his potty training and his manners. Fewer accidents in the house = a happy mama! Sunday I ran my 2nd half marathon... so does that mean technically I've ran a full marathon!? I improved my time by 45 minutes... so that's pretty awesome.... but then again, i've got an awesome support group there! When I got up that next day and had to walk all stiff legged Thatcher looked at me with his head cocked to the side and was trying to figure out if this was some sort of new game we were playing! Luckily in his puppy pre-school days he's re-learning to not jump up on people and so I was able to do my cripple walk in peace!!!
Monday Booty had a vet appointment to get blood drawn for his heart-worm test since we missed a few doses while I was gone to school. Needless to say, he didn't really enjoy that much. But the best part is... when we got there this lady had her little min-pin named Bevo there and Thatcher (aka Booty boo) was sooooo interested in him. Every time Thatch went over to little Bevo he would try and slap him in the face kind of like, "Hey friend! What's up!?" But Bevo thought that HE was the bigger dog and so he would jump up like a wild stallion... I was waiting for him to neigh... but no such luck! So when Booty finally decided he was gonna be nice i let him crawl over there to say hi to Bevo one last time and Thatcher gets really low so he's not a threat to Bevo and was trying to sniff him and what does Bevo do?? Of course, he starts humping Thatcher's head!!! But the worst part is... Thatcher didn't even mind... I don't think he even realized that's what was happening!!! Guess he'll learn that's not the cool thing to do!
So last week I told y'all about how Thatcher stayed with a co-worker while I was gone to NC... Well I have a few photos of Thatcher and his new BFF Bruce! They're sooo cute together!
*Thatcher (on the right) secretly trying to entangle Bruce with his cord! What a little schemer!!"
Also... I guess SGT Snader took them to do "Man stuff"... whatever that means! So this is the 3 of them doing "man stuff!"
*Thatcher has the red lead SGT Snader is obviously in the middle and Bruce has the green lead*
Monday Booty had a vet appointment to get blood drawn for his heart-worm test since we missed a few doses while I was gone to school. Needless to say, he didn't really enjoy that much. But the best part is... when we got there this lady had her little min-pin named Bevo there and Thatcher (aka Booty boo) was sooooo interested in him. Every time Thatch went over to little Bevo he would try and slap him in the face kind of like, "Hey friend! What's up!?" But Bevo thought that HE was the bigger dog and so he would jump up like a wild stallion... I was waiting for him to neigh... but no such luck! So when Booty finally decided he was gonna be nice i let him crawl over there to say hi to Bevo one last time and Thatcher gets really low so he's not a threat to Bevo and was trying to sniff him and what does Bevo do?? Of course, he starts humping Thatcher's head!!! But the worst part is... Thatcher didn't even mind... I don't think he even realized that's what was happening!!! Guess he'll learn that's not the cool thing to do!
So last week I told y'all about how Thatcher stayed with a co-worker while I was gone to NC... Well I have a few photos of Thatcher and his new BFF Bruce! They're sooo cute together!
*Thatcher (on the right) secretly trying to entangle Bruce with his cord! What a little schemer!!"
Also... I guess SGT Snader took them to do "Man stuff"... whatever that means! So this is the 3 of them doing "man stuff!"
*Thatcher has the red lead SGT Snader is obviously in the middle and Bruce has the green lead*
Sunday, May 9, 2010
LT... there's 2 of us
So This past weekend I decided to go on a road trip to NC which meant that Thatcher had to stay here with a co-worker who also has a boxer that is around Thatcher's age. This is where Thatcher earned his latest nickname... LT (Little Terror). Isn't that horrible!? So now everybody at work makes comments about how Thatcher is baaaaaad... just like his mama! Haha.
Y'all are never gonna guess what he managed to do Monday... we were outside so he could potty before being crated for the night and he went #2 and then he walked away and while I was bending over to bag it he did the little thing dogs do where they use their back legs and kick dirt out from them... and every time he does this it reminds me of someone revving their engine like they're ready to go.... so he kicked this dirt up... RIGHT IN MY FACE... like bagging his poop wasn't bad enough, now he's gonna throw dirt in my face and peel out too!!! Wow, my life is awesome (major sarcasm)!!!!!!!
So next Monday we have an appointment with our potential dog walking company and each day until then I'm giving Thatch the pep talk and telling him that he has to be good and trick her just like he tricked me when i picked him out that fateful day! He's a pretty good little actor, so we'll see if she can pull the wool over the interviewers eyes!
*This is him pretending to be a caterpillar!*
Wednesday we had a good day... Thatcher went potty outside and had no accidents inside... I didn't say he wasn't a monster still!!! Oh and I just realized that when Thatcher goes pee... he doesn't hike his leg like a normal big boy does... instead he gets really low like he's about to scale a wall... Spiderman style!!! What can I say?! The kid's got style!
Friday Amanda and I went for a run to the dog park. Remember how I said that Thatcher has this strange infatuation with water and the bathtub?! Well they have kiddy pools at the dog park and since it's summer the other dogs LOVE to jump in and lay down and splash around. Thatcher stood there on the edge and it looked as if he were saying, "Hey! I can do that.... we have a bathtub full of water at home... WAIT! How did all that water get in there already!?" But then he wouldn't even try to climb in the pool.... instead, he turned into a full blown diva and when the dogs would get in he would turn his nose up at them and oh good laaaaaawd if they splashed him! He's a strange one alright! He definitely has multiple sides to him which keeps things interesting! This is one side below... the fake angel!!!! Haha.
"This is Thatcher trying to pretend like he didn't do something bad..."
Y'all are never gonna guess what he managed to do Monday... we were outside so he could potty before being crated for the night and he went #2 and then he walked away and while I was bending over to bag it he did the little thing dogs do where they use their back legs and kick dirt out from them... and every time he does this it reminds me of someone revving their engine like they're ready to go.... so he kicked this dirt up... RIGHT IN MY FACE... like bagging his poop wasn't bad enough, now he's gonna throw dirt in my face and peel out too!!! Wow, my life is awesome (major sarcasm)!!!!!!!
So next Monday we have an appointment with our potential dog walking company and each day until then I'm giving Thatch the pep talk and telling him that he has to be good and trick her just like he tricked me when i picked him out that fateful day! He's a pretty good little actor, so we'll see if she can pull the wool over the interviewers eyes!
*This is him pretending to be a caterpillar!*Wednesday we had a good day... Thatcher went potty outside and had no accidents inside... I didn't say he wasn't a monster still!!! Oh and I just realized that when Thatcher goes pee... he doesn't hike his leg like a normal big boy does... instead he gets really low like he's about to scale a wall... Spiderman style!!! What can I say?! The kid's got style!
Friday Amanda and I went for a run to the dog park. Remember how I said that Thatcher has this strange infatuation with water and the bathtub?! Well they have kiddy pools at the dog park and since it's summer the other dogs LOVE to jump in and lay down and splash around. Thatcher stood there on the edge and it looked as if he were saying, "Hey! I can do that.... we have a bathtub full of water at home... WAIT! How did all that water get in there already!?" But then he wouldn't even try to climb in the pool.... instead, he turned into a full blown diva and when the dogs would get in he would turn his nose up at them and oh good laaaaaawd if they splashed him! He's a strange one alright! He definitely has multiple sides to him which keeps things interesting! This is one side below... the fake angel!!!! Haha.
"This is Thatcher trying to pretend like he didn't do something bad..."
Thursday, May 6, 2010
What a week
Monday, got stuck by a contaminated needle.... had to have bloodwork done and now have to be followed/studied by occupational health for a year. Thatcher didn't really care and he proceeded to show me by relentless attacks. I'm sure all of this will turn out fine so no need to worry... just follow Thatcher's lead! LOL.
Did I ever mention that, just like any kid, Thatcher thinks it's AWESOME to jump off the bed and do crazy things!? One night I was sorting laundry in my bedroom and I emptied the hampers out on the floor and began to separate everything into their correct piles. Well some things could have gone either way... a gray shirt could have gone with neutrals or it could have gone with darks. So I put it in one pile and then decide it would make more sense to wash it in the other, so I moved it to the other pile. Thatcher is standing on the bed hovering over me the whole time watching and judging me with his judging eyes!! He decided he doesn't like that final pile i chose for the gray shirt so he does a flip off the bed and lands on the shirt just as I'm moving it back to the original pile! I guess he doesn't want me to be indecisive because apparently he knows how to do laundry WAAAAAY better than I do! OH... and he also has this new annoying/funny habit (depends on what type of day i've had). We have the wall of windows/sliding door so we have the ceiling to floor vertical blinds that slide open. Well Thatcher has just recently started this thing where when I'm not paying enough attention to him he will start at one end and get behind the blinds and then walk between the blinds and the glass... swishing his hips so he clanks ALL the blinds together and into the glass. He thinks it's just the best thing EVER! Sometimes I laugh, but sometimes if I'm on the phone with the bank or someone important it just irritates me because my desk sits right at the end of the blinds. Haha... I can honestly say there's never a boring moment with Beastley!
*Thatcher trying to take control... even as a baby puppy*
Sometimes I think Thatcher must be having crazy dreams. It'll be completely silent and all of the sudden i'll hear his cage slam into the wall, but when I look over his eyes are closed and he's lying on his side, but his little legs are spinning around like windmills about to come unhinged and he's whimpering... must be getting passed by Jeff Gordon!!! Sometimes he just smiles in his sleep (like below).
*Thatcher on the trip from OK to DC*
Thursday night I took Thatcher out for his potty break before bedtime and we were walking up the stairs to go outside and this little boy had just walked in and was standing on the landing and he saw Thatcher and screamed and backed himself into the corner and was still screaming, "OH NO, OH NO!!! PLEASE DON'T LET YOUR DOG GET ME!!" He acted like Thatcher was foaming at the mouth and had razors and dirty needles shooting out of him or something!!! I tried to reassure the kid by telling him Thatcher was friendly, but the brat would NOT stop screaming so I told him he better run as fast as he could! LOL Is that terrible of me!? I mean come on... Thatcher was wiggling from head to toe and was all hunkered down for the boy to pet him but the little boy was a baby about it all so I got irritated. Oh well. :/
The best thing ever is when Thatcher gets really excited and starts making his laps around our tiny apartment. Below is a video demonstration... I just caught the tail end of it because my camera was slow to start. This episode is very mild compared to what he usually does when he gets worked up. Back in Oklahoma we call this the Nascar lap. Usually Thatcher is running so hard that when he goes into the turn around the top of the couch his butt hits the wall and shakes the mirror. Thursday (in video below) shortly after I stopped filming Thatcher started again and missed clearing the table and hit the leg of it and moved it about 3 feet away from where it originally sat. Thank God nothing was broken (the table OR Thatcher)! I guess it's moments like these that make it all worth while because he can make me laugh!
*Thatcher's tryout for a Nascar slot*
Did I ever mention that, just like any kid, Thatcher thinks it's AWESOME to jump off the bed and do crazy things!? One night I was sorting laundry in my bedroom and I emptied the hampers out on the floor and began to separate everything into their correct piles. Well some things could have gone either way... a gray shirt could have gone with neutrals or it could have gone with darks. So I put it in one pile and then decide it would make more sense to wash it in the other, so I moved it to the other pile. Thatcher is standing on the bed hovering over me the whole time watching and judging me with his judging eyes!! He decided he doesn't like that final pile i chose for the gray shirt so he does a flip off the bed and lands on the shirt just as I'm moving it back to the original pile! I guess he doesn't want me to be indecisive because apparently he knows how to do laundry WAAAAAY better than I do! OH... and he also has this new annoying/funny habit (depends on what type of day i've had). We have the wall of windows/sliding door so we have the ceiling to floor vertical blinds that slide open. Well Thatcher has just recently started this thing where when I'm not paying enough attention to him he will start at one end and get behind the blinds and then walk between the blinds and the glass... swishing his hips so he clanks ALL the blinds together and into the glass. He thinks it's just the best thing EVER! Sometimes I laugh, but sometimes if I'm on the phone with the bank or someone important it just irritates me because my desk sits right at the end of the blinds. Haha... I can honestly say there's never a boring moment with Beastley!
*Thatcher trying to take control... even as a baby puppy*
Sometimes I think Thatcher must be having crazy dreams. It'll be completely silent and all of the sudden i'll hear his cage slam into the wall, but when I look over his eyes are closed and he's lying on his side, but his little legs are spinning around like windmills about to come unhinged and he's whimpering... must be getting passed by Jeff Gordon!!! Sometimes he just smiles in his sleep (like below).
*Thatcher on the trip from OK to DC*
Thursday night I took Thatcher out for his potty break before bedtime and we were walking up the stairs to go outside and this little boy had just walked in and was standing on the landing and he saw Thatcher and screamed and backed himself into the corner and was still screaming, "OH NO, OH NO!!! PLEASE DON'T LET YOUR DOG GET ME!!" He acted like Thatcher was foaming at the mouth and had razors and dirty needles shooting out of him or something!!! I tried to reassure the kid by telling him Thatcher was friendly, but the brat would NOT stop screaming so I told him he better run as fast as he could! LOL Is that terrible of me!? I mean come on... Thatcher was wiggling from head to toe and was all hunkered down for the boy to pet him but the little boy was a baby about it all so I got irritated. Oh well. :/
The best thing ever is when Thatcher gets really excited and starts making his laps around our tiny apartment. Below is a video demonstration... I just caught the tail end of it because my camera was slow to start. This episode is very mild compared to what he usually does when he gets worked up. Back in Oklahoma we call this the Nascar lap. Usually Thatcher is running so hard that when he goes into the turn around the top of the couch his butt hits the wall and shakes the mirror. Thursday (in video below) shortly after I stopped filming Thatcher started again and missed clearing the table and hit the leg of it and moved it about 3 feet away from where it originally sat. Thank God nothing was broken (the table OR Thatcher)! I guess it's moments like these that make it all worth while because he can make me laugh!
*Thatcher's tryout for a Nascar slot*
Sunday, April 25, 2010
A Face Only a Mother Could Love
Ok so I've been having to give Thatcher more baths lately because he's in his "I'm a boy and I want to get dirty and do boys stuff" phase. Saturday and Sunday night I gave him a bath and each time he tried to drink his way outta the tub... when I would rinse his back with water he would try to drink it and it reminded me of trying to drink out of a water hose... when someone else was controlling it! Oh... AND after we're finished with the bath he has this strange infatuation with the bath tub... he'll sniff around it and jump in and out of it... almost like he's trying to figure out the secret code to make it fill up with water again and then when it doesn't happen he looks at me and starts talking to me in Thatcherese and he starts pawing at the faucet! You know he's crazy!!
My little man is sensitive!! Each time I have a bad day he can sense it I guess because he is extra nice and doesn't have any accidents in the floor and doesn't get into everything! It's amazing!! He came up one night and cuddled with me on the couch and wasn't even trying to play. Sometimes he gives me the serious face... but I always laugh because majority of the time when he tries to do "serious" his lip get stuck on his lower fangs!! :)
*Serious face... wanting some popcorn*
Oh AND he's outgrown the thing where if the oven is on he will stand by it until it is no longer putting off heat. BUT he's picked up this strange thing with cars... he jumps every time one comes around. And i swear he thinks he's a bloodhound majority of the time. He has to sniff EVERYTHING!!!! He's cute though, so I guess I'll keep him. Anyway.... it's been a long week and Thatcher and I are in dire need of sleep! Hope all is well!
My little man is sensitive!! Each time I have a bad day he can sense it I guess because he is extra nice and doesn't have any accidents in the floor and doesn't get into everything! It's amazing!! He came up one night and cuddled with me on the couch and wasn't even trying to play. Sometimes he gives me the serious face... but I always laugh because majority of the time when he tries to do "serious" his lip get stuck on his lower fangs!! :)
*Serious face... wanting some popcorn*Oh AND he's outgrown the thing where if the oven is on he will stand by it until it is no longer putting off heat. BUT he's picked up this strange thing with cars... he jumps every time one comes around. And i swear he thinks he's a bloodhound majority of the time. He has to sniff EVERYTHING!!!! He's cute though, so I guess I'll keep him. Anyway.... it's been a long week and Thatcher and I are in dire need of sleep! Hope all is well!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
In this weeks news...
Soooo... I'm pretty sure my neighbors thinks my dogs name is "Damn it" ... because every time he does something bad I yell, "Damn it, get over here!" Thatcher has a way of being a clown so that even when I'm extremely mad at him for being horrible... I can't be because I just want to laugh. He's lucky for that! He does this thing when he gets excited... he bucks around like a wild broncho! Guess he's just representing for UCO... Go Bronchos!!! Speaking of UCO... this is where he got his name. When I was in college and did ROTC we had our classes in Thatcher Hall. Now, y'all can make fun of me and call me a sentimental silly head (or whatever it is kids are saying now days) but ROTC was good for me and got me started in my military career. Likewise... Thatcher Dean got me started in my life in the tri-state area. Oh and he has a first, middle and last name because that is what's required when you have an "amazing specimen" like him and he has to be registered with AKC.
Ok so Thatcher really loves his toys. He could play by himself for hours... i think this is also why he has "only child syndrome" aka "OCS." I am, indeed, a self-diagnoser... I always think "OMG I have all the signs and symptoms for that... I've definitely got _______" It almost always turns out to be a bad case of overactive imagination! So yes, OCS can be a horrible thing, but it can also be good! It's good when he can entertain himself, but it's bad because I have no other babies to divide my attention between, so SOMETIMES Thatcher goes straight into Snickers Diva mode!!! If he had thumbs to snap his fingers... please believe he would!
*Even as a baby Thatcher was already trying out SD mode!*
My apartment always looks like a truck full of dog toys exploded right in my living room/dining room... well actually every room but mine! Thatcher isn't allowed in there because one day he decided to wear a pair of my unmentionables around like a necklace. Beastly has this way of slinging his toys around and then "accidentally" throwing them either off into some random place, or right at me. For example... he has this little stuffed AFLAC duck that he adores and when he plays with the duck i always here "Aflac, Aflac, AFLAAAAAAAC" as the poor dear is being thrown down the dark hallway and Thatcher pretends to be confused as to what just happend! He's something else (Thatcher, not the duck). And while we're talking about Thatcher throwing things... while mom and I were driving from OKC to DC we stopped half way and stayed in a hotel. I was too tired to unload the crate off the top of the car so I thoooouuuuught it would be ok and Thatcher would be a good little boy and sleep on the floor with the big fat chew bone i bought him. How's THAT for a joke?! First he got up on moms bed, but she was sound asleep (snoring at a much softer volume than Thatcher) so he decided since he saw the whites of my eyes that he'd better come over to my bed and see what I was doing. So he came over and smashed around on my guts for a while before i threw his bone on the floor and told him to get down and go to sleep. Bahahahaha... that's exactly what he did... he laughed in my face... then he schemed up a plan. He laid down for a few minutes (until i got all comfy in my bed) and then he flipped his huge bone up in the air and it busted me in the face... THEEEENNNN he decided that would be the perfect time to pounce... so he got on the bed and did this little double bounce action (kinda like when you were a kid on the trampoline)... he waited until half of my body was airborne and then right as I landed he bounced again so i would get whiplash!!! I was shocked right outta my half-sleep stupor!!! He continued his horrible little antics until about 0430 when he got tired of playing games and beating me up and he went to bed. Guess who was in her bed all nice and snug like a bug in a rug!??!!? Hint: It wasn't THIIIIISSSS girl!!!
As long as we're on the topic of strange things Thatcher does... let's talk about how he doesn't want to play with the other dogs at the dog park when we go. All he wants to do is sit and talk with the humans. In fact, I don't think that he knows he's a dog! This could turn out very interesting! You know who he reminds me of? The dog off of "Marley and Me"!!! He's so rotten, but i can't help but love him.
Found a gray hair Sunday... told Thatcher it was a blonde highlight from the sun... he played along. :/
Found a gray hair on Thatcher... got depressed because he's 8months old and I'm 24... went home and self-loathed. :(
Also on Sunday, Thatcher found yet ANOTHER girlfriend at the dog park and was mad when I made him leave. How is it that he has all the luck!?
Thatcher has started doing things that remind me of small children. His bedtime is anywhere from 2000-2200 depending on how he's acting and how tired I am. So Wednesday night he was standing on the love seat playing with a toy and i walked over and said, "Bedtiiiiiime!" and grabbed his collar and he immediately went limp and fell on the couch and started acting all sweet! I couldn't get him to stand up so I had to gently pull him off the couch and he was still limp on the floor looking up at me with his bat ears out and his big mouth full of tiny crooked teeth gaggling open as if he were saying, "Loooook how good I'm acting now... 20 more minutes mom, pleeeeeeaaaase!" So i try everything from picking him up to rolling him around to dragging him by his meaty little legs to get him to stand up... my efforts are finally rewarded and he walks back to his bedroom only to jump on the guest bed and go limp again! He thinks, for some reason, that if he's up there it's the "safe zone" and I can't get him! HAHAHAHA! Little does he know... i own EVERYTHING in this apartment so he's not ever safe from me!!! It's so hard to discipline him when he's acting silly and making me laugh.. just like it is with a child.
*Thatcher passed out after a nice long run (this is sorta how he looks when he goes limp)*
He also does this thing where he'll bring whatever toy/rawhide he's interested in at that exact moment and he'll place it on your foot while he chews on it... this way if he "accidentally" starts chewing on your foot then it's tooooootally not his fault because you should've moved your foot! He only THINKS he's being sneaky! AAANNNDDD when you tell him to put blue bunny in your hand (so you can throw it for him to fetch) he doesn't do it... INSTEAD, he keeps blue bunny in his mouth and when you put your hand out and say give me blue bunny he places his hand in yours (perhaps he's offering a truce?)!!!!
I wanted to put this out there (even though it's kinda strange)... but it makes me feel good and comfortable and at home when I see Thatcher asleep and hear him snoring. It's kinda like having an ugly baby... wait, no... scratch that.... definitely not a good analogy because nothing about Thatcher is ugly. Anyway, I can't think of a good analogy... but it's been a long week, and Thatcher now has a mommy who is chemo certified.... I'm a real oncology nurse now!!!! So that about sums it up for this week. Thatcher sends his love. Enjoy! :)
Ok so Thatcher really loves his toys. He could play by himself for hours... i think this is also why he has "only child syndrome" aka "OCS." I am, indeed, a self-diagnoser... I always think "OMG I have all the signs and symptoms for that... I've definitely got _______" It almost always turns out to be a bad case of overactive imagination! So yes, OCS can be a horrible thing, but it can also be good! It's good when he can entertain himself, but it's bad because I have no other babies to divide my attention between, so SOMETIMES Thatcher goes straight into Snickers Diva mode!!! If he had thumbs to snap his fingers... please believe he would!
*Even as a baby Thatcher was already trying out SD mode!*
My apartment always looks like a truck full of dog toys exploded right in my living room/dining room... well actually every room but mine! Thatcher isn't allowed in there because one day he decided to wear a pair of my unmentionables around like a necklace. Beastly has this way of slinging his toys around and then "accidentally" throwing them either off into some random place, or right at me. For example... he has this little stuffed AFLAC duck that he adores and when he plays with the duck i always here "Aflac, Aflac, AFLAAAAAAAC" as the poor dear is being thrown down the dark hallway and Thatcher pretends to be confused as to what just happend! He's something else (Thatcher, not the duck). And while we're talking about Thatcher throwing things... while mom and I were driving from OKC to DC we stopped half way and stayed in a hotel. I was too tired to unload the crate off the top of the car so I thoooouuuuught it would be ok and Thatcher would be a good little boy and sleep on the floor with the big fat chew bone i bought him. How's THAT for a joke?! First he got up on moms bed, but she was sound asleep (snoring at a much softer volume than Thatcher) so he decided since he saw the whites of my eyes that he'd better come over to my bed and see what I was doing. So he came over and smashed around on my guts for a while before i threw his bone on the floor and told him to get down and go to sleep. Bahahahaha... that's exactly what he did... he laughed in my face... then he schemed up a plan. He laid down for a few minutes (until i got all comfy in my bed) and then he flipped his huge bone up in the air and it busted me in the face... THEEEENNNN he decided that would be the perfect time to pounce... so he got on the bed and did this little double bounce action (kinda like when you were a kid on the trampoline)... he waited until half of my body was airborne and then right as I landed he bounced again so i would get whiplash!!! I was shocked right outta my half-sleep stupor!!! He continued his horrible little antics until about 0430 when he got tired of playing games and beating me up and he went to bed. Guess who was in her bed all nice and snug like a bug in a rug!??!!? Hint: It wasn't THIIIIISSSS girl!!!
As long as we're on the topic of strange things Thatcher does... let's talk about how he doesn't want to play with the other dogs at the dog park when we go. All he wants to do is sit and talk with the humans. In fact, I don't think that he knows he's a dog! This could turn out very interesting! You know who he reminds me of? The dog off of "Marley and Me"!!! He's so rotten, but i can't help but love him.
Found a gray hair Sunday... told Thatcher it was a blonde highlight from the sun... he played along. :/
Found a gray hair on Thatcher... got depressed because he's 8months old and I'm 24... went home and self-loathed. :(
Also on Sunday, Thatcher found yet ANOTHER girlfriend at the dog park and was mad when I made him leave. How is it that he has all the luck!?
Thatcher has started doing things that remind me of small children. His bedtime is anywhere from 2000-2200 depending on how he's acting and how tired I am. So Wednesday night he was standing on the love seat playing with a toy and i walked over and said, "Bedtiiiiiime!" and grabbed his collar and he immediately went limp and fell on the couch and started acting all sweet! I couldn't get him to stand up so I had to gently pull him off the couch and he was still limp on the floor looking up at me with his bat ears out and his big mouth full of tiny crooked teeth gaggling open as if he were saying, "Loooook how good I'm acting now... 20 more minutes mom, pleeeeeeaaaase!" So i try everything from picking him up to rolling him around to dragging him by his meaty little legs to get him to stand up... my efforts are finally rewarded and he walks back to his bedroom only to jump on the guest bed and go limp again! He thinks, for some reason, that if he's up there it's the "safe zone" and I can't get him! HAHAHAHA! Little does he know... i own EVERYTHING in this apartment so he's not ever safe from me!!! It's so hard to discipline him when he's acting silly and making me laugh.. just like it is with a child.
*Thatcher passed out after a nice long run (this is sorta how he looks when he goes limp)*
He also does this thing where he'll bring whatever toy/rawhide he's interested in at that exact moment and he'll place it on your foot while he chews on it... this way if he "accidentally" starts chewing on your foot then it's tooooootally not his fault because you should've moved your foot! He only THINKS he's being sneaky! AAANNNDDD when you tell him to put blue bunny in your hand (so you can throw it for him to fetch) he doesn't do it... INSTEAD, he keeps blue bunny in his mouth and when you put your hand out and say give me blue bunny he places his hand in yours (perhaps he's offering a truce?)!!!!
I wanted to put this out there (even though it's kinda strange)... but it makes me feel good and comfortable and at home when I see Thatcher asleep and hear him snoring. It's kinda like having an ugly baby... wait, no... scratch that.... definitely not a good analogy because nothing about Thatcher is ugly. Anyway, I can't think of a good analogy... but it's been a long week, and Thatcher now has a mommy who is chemo certified.... I'm a real oncology nurse now!!!! So that about sums it up for this week. Thatcher sends his love. Enjoy! :)
Friday, April 16, 2010
In the Beginning...
In the beginning... Thatcher and I moved to the tri-state area when he was 5 weeks old. He was sooo precious and would sleep all the time (after he got over his crying phase) and he did so great on the leash (before he turned into the HULK)! I guess it's true what they say... you will eventually pay for your raising... even if it is a puppy. Thatcher is probably just God's way of breaking me in for my human kids (which you guys know are gonna be cute as pie... just like me... and also rotten, just like me... or so some people think)! So this blog will catch you up on all our our latest adventures and whatever crazy antics Thatcher comes up with!
OK... so today was just another typical night in our household... well, I guess it was more atypical really.
Got done at the hospital at 1700 (that's 5pm for y'all who don't use military time... this is earlier than I usually get home), planned on taking Thatcher for a run to the dog park so he could be molested again by all the other dogs (he let's it happen... I tell him to man up- what are ya gonna do when your kid's gettin punked out!?!), ended up doing one loop around the trails and then passed by Freddy's house (an older gentleman who is the neighborhood dog lover after his passed away)... Thatcher met a new girlfriend here... her name is Angel. You know I had to punk him out for giving away my kisses (green is soooo my color... i mean come on... look at my name!)! Oh... and watching Thatchy baby with his new gf reminded me of Ike and Tina Turner... he was tryin to get some kisses and she didn't want that and so he was busy slappin' her 'round! Guess it's better her than me!
So leave it to me to make a mess out of cleaning up his mess. I picked the pile up in a Wal-Mart sack and twisted it up and on the way home the poop bag felt really light, so i looked down and the poop bag in hand was waving around in the wind... sans poop! I must have somehow managed to sling the poop somewhere... what a sight that would have been... poop flying across the street... splattering on someones newly washed car! Hahahahaha!
AAAAnd as long as we're on the poop topic... I soooo thought Thatcher was grown and over pooping in the floor and hiding it for a late evening snack... NOPE. He pooped last night when I wasn't looking and then he had a little snacky pie and theeeeen he tried to come up and kiss me! I only knew he ate poop because i pushed his mouth away and thought i had chocolate on my hand... and then I realized my mistake... touching the poop mouthed brat!!!! I really think he secretly hates me... kinda!!!
Thatcher has tons of crazy antics... I just can't seem to think of any right now... but here is a photo for an example of what exactly I have to live with... hope y'all enjoy :)
*Baby Thatcher with his mommy in the new apartment*
Got done at the hospital at 1700 (that's 5pm for y'all who don't use military time... this is earlier than I usually get home), planned on taking Thatcher for a run to the dog park so he could be molested again by all the other dogs (he let's it happen... I tell him to man up- what are ya gonna do when your kid's gettin punked out!?!), ended up doing one loop around the trails and then passed by Freddy's house (an older gentleman who is the neighborhood dog lover after his passed away)... Thatcher met a new girlfriend here... her name is Angel. You know I had to punk him out for giving away my kisses (green is soooo my color... i mean come on... look at my name!)! Oh... and watching Thatchy baby with his new gf reminded me of Ike and Tina Turner... he was tryin to get some kisses and she didn't want that and so he was busy slappin' her 'round! Guess it's better her than me!
So leave it to me to make a mess out of cleaning up his mess. I picked the pile up in a Wal-Mart sack and twisted it up and on the way home the poop bag felt really light, so i looked down and the poop bag in hand was waving around in the wind... sans poop! I must have somehow managed to sling the poop somewhere... what a sight that would have been... poop flying across the street... splattering on someones newly washed car! Hahahahaha!
AAAAnd as long as we're on the poop topic... I soooo thought Thatcher was grown and over pooping in the floor and hiding it for a late evening snack... NOPE. He pooped last night when I wasn't looking and then he had a little snacky pie and theeeeen he tried to come up and kiss me! I only knew he ate poop because i pushed his mouth away and thought i had chocolate on my hand... and then I realized my mistake... touching the poop mouthed brat!!!! I really think he secretly hates me... kinda!!!
Thatcher has tons of crazy antics... I just can't seem to think of any right now... but here is a photo for an example of what exactly I have to live with... hope y'all enjoy :)
*The headless horseman!? No, just Beastly (aka Thatcher) digging for some imaginary thing in the couch crack*
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