The Adventures of Thatcher and Jade: 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!

*Baby Thatcher with his mommy in the new apartment*

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 :)