Good Idea

Wipes? check. Diapers? check. 6-pack of Bud Light? double check. Linda spent the last few hours watching eight 1-year old kids. Yes, eight! She did have a friend helping her, but it was still all kinds of chaos. (She actually said dealing with 8 1-year old babies was easier than 1 ten-week old Chimmie puppy!) She can't imagine what mother's of multiples must go through. After just two hours, she was ready for bed. Actually, she loved every minute of it. Babies are such a blessing and she just can't wait to have a house full of grand babies.

Whoever laid out the floor plan of this drugstore must have been the mother of a large family. Makes shopping for the necessities much easier. Or maybe the sign means that the baby actually needs the beer and wine. Hum, I just don't know.

I'm So Tired

I'm losing my poochie mind. I hope Chimmie slows down soon. He is just wearing me out with the GO..GO..GO.. RUN.. PLAY..JUMP... energy. Linda was gone most of the day and night, so she had Paul come in the day and Jerry came in the evening. Both guys had such a hard time controlling Chimmie. He is pretty strong willed and needs a very firm hand. The best part was when Jerry took me for a long walk. He carried Chimmie so I got to run at my own pace. Linda is making Chim obey. We are watching TV and I'm laying by her left side. Chim is on her right side and is not allowed to cross over to my side of the couch. He is wearing himself out trying though. That's OK because that means he'll be so tired he won't squirm tonight. I know I'll grow to love him, it's just going to take awhile before we bond. Either that or I'm packing his bag and sending him back.

This Ain't No Bambi

During my wooded walks with Jerry and Linda, I always HAVE to be carried at a certain part of the trail. It is an area that is rife with deer. All sorts of deer. Babies, Doe's and even deer with antlers poking out of their head. Every single walk one or two deer come right up to the trail. One time when Linda was carrying me in the front pack on her bike, the brazen deer came within a few feet of her handle bars. The rude beast even stopped to stare at us. I almost peed myself. It looks like I have every reason to be scared. This week a poor man was killed dead by his pet deer. He raised the stag from a pup (or whatever baby deer are called.) Just like every other day, the 67-year old man entered the stag's pen to feed him. Instead of getting kisses and a friendly greeting, the 550-pound stag gored the man with his antlers and stabbed him to death. Just to be sure he was dead, the stag then proceeded to trample him.

Poop Light

Brilliant! Someone needs to win a science prize for this invention. A dog park in Cambridge, Mass. has lights that are powered by dog poop. YES! All the scooped-up poop is converted into energy. It's a lot like a parking meter, but instead you dump your dog poop into the machine and like magic, it makes power to light the gas lamp. I love this so much. I wonder if we can power our house by poop? Between the two dogs and one cat, we could save Linda big bucks.

TGIF

Chimmie made his debut at Family Fun Nite with me tonight. He stayed inside Linda's coat at the beginning, then went upstairs with Tierney for her skit practice. I got to stay with Linda the whole rest of the night by myself! It was awesome. We did a long walk around the church grounds, and then I sat in my carry-me bag while she hung-out with her friends. At least 4 people told me I was having a horrible hair day and that I needed to be groomed. That's it! If she does not take me this week I'm going to start pooping on the carpet in protest.

Leslie (these are her dogs, Bella and Bo-Bo) came over today to visit me and meet Chimmie. Of course he hammed it up and pretended she was his long lost Mommy. He just has a way with people that I've not mastered. I really don't like strangers holding me, he just loves or lets anyone hold him. I'm way more loyal to Linda and a few other select people. Taylor even held Chimmie tonight. I don't think he's ever picked me up once.

P.S. The second after this posted to my blog, I got a pop-up ad for a do it yourself dog grooming kit!!

This is how you sleep.

Chimmie, see this baby? Sound asleep. Day 3, and Chimmie has not even started to slow down. Why does he have to run everywhere he goes? OK, the first 20 times we run up and down the hall chasing each other are fun. When we get to 980 times, I kind of get tired. Where does all that energy come from? I wonder if Snickers thought that about me when I was a baby? I remember chewing on his ears, tail, dog collar and him just laying there chilled out. Dang, I'm plumb worn out from running. I'm so glad he can't jump up on the love seat. When we watch TV, Linda sometimes makes Chimmie sit on the floor next to her feet so I can get some peace and quite. I'm starting to "like" him, it's going to be awhile before it turns to "love." There is someone who everyone already loves.. It's baby Noah. He is 10 pounds of absolute sweetness. Linda can't wait until she gets to babysit him!

Day 2

Chimmie went to the Vet tonight for his first ever check-up. I had to stay home, which is just fine with me. Paul went with them to hold Chimmie while Linda drove. He was whining and crying all the way there (Chimmie, not Paul) and did NOT like riding in the car. Once the exam started, Linda said he did great. Even the Vet said he was a little trooper. My first Vet visit, I only weighed 1.5 pounds. Chunkie Chimmie was 3.8 pounds. Whoa, he better watch the treats or he is going to pork right up. I'm kind of jealous because he got a new Snuggie to wear. Since Chimmie has no fur, he gets cold really quickly. Tonight he wore the Snuggie and road in the front pack while Linda walked me around the neighborhood. I liked it much better with him being carried then when he walked beside me earlier. He almost fell asleep in the front pack, he just loved it. We retired his purple puffer vest and soccer jersey that he wore before he came to live with us.