I'm almost up-to-date! Yay!
Anyways . . . last night.
Dinner.
Beef stroganoff.
Left over beef and sauce filled a large tupperwear.
Joe left to cool on counter while we put the boys to bed.
Big mistake.
The End.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Monday, March 5th . . .
If you know me, you know I kinda go a little overboard on decorations for my boys birthday parties. Oh, who am I kidding, A LOT overboard and not just for birthday parties, but really any occasion.
Well, I had just finished making a few things for my baby's first birthday party coming up on the 17th. I put the finished items on the dining room table. Big mistake.
While we were upstairs, Neo decided that it'd be fun to take the items and basically destroy them. Shred them, bite them, rip them . . . anything he could do to make them un-usable.
I wasn't able to take a picture of the mess or the ruined items as I was so unbelievably furious that I literally had to leave my house. But I'm sure you can imagine the scene.
Well, I had just finished making a few things for my baby's first birthday party coming up on the 17th. I put the finished items on the dining room table. Big mistake.
While we were upstairs, Neo decided that it'd be fun to take the items and basically destroy them. Shred them, bite them, rip them . . . anything he could do to make them un-usable.
I wasn't able to take a picture of the mess or the ruined items as I was so unbelievably furious that I literally had to leave my house. But I'm sure you can imagine the scene.
Sunday, March 4th . . .
My mother came over to pick me up to do a little shopping. When she arrived she had a manilla envelope full of cell phone records. She wanted Joe to look through them to see when she could upgrade.
So mom and I left while Joe was still on the phone with Sprint. When I returned home that afternoon, I picked up the papers which were laying on the desk and put them back in the envelope and then safely placed it in the couple inches in between our microwave and the wall. Or so I thought.
When we returned home from grocery shopping that evening, this is what we found. . .
So mom and I left while Joe was still on the phone with Sprint. When I returned home that afternoon, I picked up the papers which were laying on the desk and put them back in the envelope and then safely placed it in the couple inches in between our microwave and the wall. Or so I thought.
When we returned home from grocery shopping that evening, this is what we found. . .
Awesome.
Hope mom didn't need any of that.
The end of February . . .
Today is March 7, 2012. I'm backtracking a little, just to get you up to speed on how we got to this point.
There are SO many instances I could tell you about. But then I'm afraid I'd never get up to date with this blog journal about Neo and Us.
I actually started jotting down things that he did the last week of February. He was 16 weeks old.
There are SO many instances I could tell you about. But then I'm afraid I'd never get up to date with this blog journal about Neo and Us.
I actually started jotting down things that he did the last week of February. He was 16 weeks old.
So . . . if you can't read my writing . . .
Thurs, Feb. 23rd - Ate 4 cupcakes. Can I just add that they were on the counter, freshly made for my son's birthday party and not only did I loose out on the 4, but I had to throw the entire two dozen away because I didn't want to chance that he licked them.
Saturday, Feb. 25th - Party day, jumped up on counter and ate entire bowl of white chocolate chex mix.
Sunday, Feb. 26th - Popped a balloon, then spent 15 minutes running away from me as I was trying to take the popped balloon from him.
Monday, Feb 27th - FIRST DAY OF PUPPY CLASS - Only one to whine, only one to jump on people
Tuesday, Feb. 28th - NOTHING (Thank God!)
Wednesday, Feb. 29th - I didn't write it down, but that was the day that he thought it'd be fun to take an empty box from zip lock bags and shred it to pieces all over the kitchen.
So at least we are to MARCH now. I'll start with this past Sunday . . .
So to sum it up . . .
So I'm working really hard to get you updated on our current situation. Especially since craziness is happening every day that I NEED to write about.
So to sum it up . . .
You heard the story of how this little puppy came to us. Well since then he has been a joy and a pain all rolled into one. More a pain than a joy, I have to say.
At 10 weeks old he had his ears done. Which was wonderful. Although the cone around his head didn't go over to hot with him. But all went well for the couple weeks he had the posts in and his ears stood right away!
So to sum it up . . .
You heard the story of how this little puppy came to us. Well since then he has been a joy and a pain all rolled into one. More a pain than a joy, I have to say.
At 10 weeks old he had his ears done. Which was wonderful. Although the cone around his head didn't go over to hot with him. But all went well for the couple weeks he had the posts in and his ears stood right away!
Then the fun really started.
It just seemed like he got more naughty. And as he got bigger, it just got worse.
He bites. Yes, its the puppy biting, but at what point does it stop?
He jumps up. On everything! People, counters, tables, doors . . .
He whines. All the time. Even with a full tummy, full bowl of food and right after returning from a walk.
He steels. Toys, shoes, bras, hats, clothes, paper . . . if its within his reach or he can find it, its his.
He destroys. I really hope he doesn't get ahold of anything valuable, because it'd be gone!
So there you have it. We were at our whits end with him and were "this" close (imagine me making an inch with my fingers) to finding him a new home. But . . . we don't like to give up that easy. And we're just praying that someday he'll be an amazing companion.
So we enrolled him in puppy kindergarten.
So here's hoping!
Thursday, March 1, 2012
A gift from "Heaven" . . .
The day that Joe was to go down to pick up our new little puppy was also the day we had had booked for our annual Polar Palooza Party.
It is held every year at our home. We invite all of our close friends with kiddos similar ages as our boys. Everyone brings a dish to pass and a gift for the kiddos to exchange. Santa ALWAYS makes an appearance which is always the highlight of the evening. This event is something that my boys, as well as all our friends' children, look forward to every year!
We had a plan.
Joe was going to time it out so that he would bring the puppy home just before the party. Santa was to arrive soon after.
So after Santa made his grand appearance and handed out the gifts, he stepped outside to grab one more thing from his sleigh. When he walked back into our house, his bag in hand, he asked for my boys.
"Where's Madden & Maxim? I have a little gift for you."
The boys walked cautiously over to Santa and stared up at him with bewildered eyes.
"I made a short stop on my way here. It was to Heaven. And when I was there I talked to Blitz. He asked me to give this to you."
Santa then pulled out a tiny puppy from his bag with a big white bow tied around his neck. On the bow was a tag that read . . .
Dear Family,
Please don't be sad.
I am very happy here in heaven.
I get to fly around and eat steak every day.
This is Neo, he is my puppy.
I am sending him to take care of you.
I miss you.
Love, Blitz
It is held every year at our home. We invite all of our close friends with kiddos similar ages as our boys. Everyone brings a dish to pass and a gift for the kiddos to exchange. Santa ALWAYS makes an appearance which is always the highlight of the evening. This event is something that my boys, as well as all our friends' children, look forward to every year!
We had a plan.
Joe was going to time it out so that he would bring the puppy home just before the party. Santa was to arrive soon after.
So after Santa made his grand appearance and handed out the gifts, he stepped outside to grab one more thing from his sleigh. When he walked back into our house, his bag in hand, he asked for my boys.
"Where's Madden & Maxim? I have a little gift for you."
The boys walked cautiously over to Santa and stared up at him with bewildered eyes.
"I made a short stop on my way here. It was to Heaven. And when I was there I talked to Blitz. He asked me to give this to you."
Santa then pulled out a tiny puppy from his bag with a big white bow tied around his neck. On the bow was a tag that read . . .
Dear Family,
Please don't be sad.
I am very happy here in heaven.
I get to fly around and eat steak every day.
This is Neo, he is my puppy.
I am sending him to take care of you.
I miss you.
Love, Blitz
Which brings us to . . .
So now that you know our entire history with dogs, let me catch you up to speed on our current "situation".
A couple days after Blitz was killed we contacted the breeding in which we got him from to tell her what had happened. As you can imagine she was also heartbroken. Even though it SO soon after our loss, we did inquire about puppies she may have for sale OR upcoming litters. We were bummed to find out that she didn't have any and wasn't planning a breeding until the spring.
But . . .
She had studded out Blitz's dad to another breeder and she had puppies available! So we got her contact info and sat down to discuss. So many things were going through our head. "Do we want a new puppy? So soon? Should we wait 'till the spring when the weather is nicer? But it IS Blitz's blood. . . would we regret waiting? It wouldn't hurt to call her . . ."
So we called . . .
We talked.
Photos were exchanged . . .
Everything was falling into place. NOTE: A good breeder will be concerned about where you live and how the puppy will be cared for. They will either want to come to your home OR at least have photos of your home to ensure the puppy is going to a good place. So we were not at all surprised to have to send photos of our house, yard and family. We then received a few photos of the available red/rust males she had available. They were so cute. With their big floppy ears. {Yes, if you didn't know, dobermans are born with LONG tales and floppy ears}
The conversation in choosing our puppy went something like this . . .
Breeder: "Which one would you like?"
Joe: "Oh, I don't know, they both look the same. Are they different in size?"
Breeder: "Nope, both about the same."
Joe: "Ok . . . well . . . give us whichever one seems more lively and active."
Breeder: "Ok, sounds good!"
So there you have it. We had chosen our puppy. The more "lively and active" one. Great.
Arrangements to meet were set up.
The boys didn't know yet . . . Joe and I were excited!
A couple days after Blitz was killed we contacted the breeding in which we got him from to tell her what had happened. As you can imagine she was also heartbroken. Even though it SO soon after our loss, we did inquire about puppies she may have for sale OR upcoming litters. We were bummed to find out that she didn't have any and wasn't planning a breeding until the spring.
But . . .
She had studded out Blitz's dad to another breeder and she had puppies available! So we got her contact info and sat down to discuss. So many things were going through our head. "Do we want a new puppy? So soon? Should we wait 'till the spring when the weather is nicer? But it IS Blitz's blood. . . would we regret waiting? It wouldn't hurt to call her . . ."
So we called . . .
We talked.
Photos were exchanged . . .
Everything was falling into place. NOTE: A good breeder will be concerned about where you live and how the puppy will be cared for. They will either want to come to your home OR at least have photos of your home to ensure the puppy is going to a good place. So we were not at all surprised to have to send photos of our house, yard and family. We then received a few photos of the available red/rust males she had available. They were so cute. With their big floppy ears. {Yes, if you didn't know, dobermans are born with LONG tales and floppy ears}
The conversation in choosing our puppy went something like this . . .
Breeder: "Which one would you like?"
Joe: "Oh, I don't know, they both look the same. Are they different in size?"
Breeder: "Nope, both about the same."
Joe: "Ok . . . well . . . give us whichever one seems more lively and active."
Breeder: "Ok, sounds good!"
So there you have it. We had chosen our puppy. The more "lively and active" one. Great.
Arrangements to meet were set up.
The boys didn't know yet . . . Joe and I were excited!
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