Scout has been with us a year. She’s now fourteen months old and doing great. Her head doesn’t even fit in my arms anymore.
This just doesn’t seem that long ago:
Scout is a year old today. Here’s her one week photo:
And her official 8-week photo when she came to live with us: Continue reading
I’m doing a major overhaul on the blog. It will take a few days. Apologies in advance for any weirdness you experience. Here are some puppies to tide you over until it’s complete.
Here are my two cuties patiently waiting for treats. You didn’t think they’d just sit like that because I asked, did you? LOL
Oh, who are we kidding, it’s always dog day around here.
Scout is, believe it or not, 9 1/2 months old. And she’s completely out of control. Not in a bad way – she still knows all her commands, she’s sweet as can be – but when puppy brain and hormones hit all of that goes out the window.
Luckily, what I learned from Bixby is that this will pass and the best thing to do is go with it. If she’s too crazy I put her in her crate until her brain calms down. If we are out walking, she has to sit next to me while Bixby gets loved on by strangers. Not to punish her, but the extra stimulation sets her off and then all the petting reinforces bad behavior. She gets lots of praise and pets from me while she sits.
But there were a few days last week when even Bixby had his fill. He refused to play with her, would only go outside if she was in. I think it was a little peer pressure to get her to calm. the. heck. down. Not sure it worked, but they are back to normal this weekend.
On a personal note, this is about the age when Bailey came to live with us, so I find myself at odd moments very sad. Then Scout jumps on me or Bixby hugs me and my world is brighter again.
Meanwhile, shout-out to my friends and family for their patience with her. I know it’s not easy to have 100 lbs leaping at you with abandon.
My house is never dull.
I suppose the cats will want equal blog time….
Facebook popped the top picture up this a.m. and started a flood of memories. I picked him up four years ago yesterday. Crazy. This was his first day at work with me, before I went full-time with my own business.
This was the car ride home that first day. You can see why it was love at first sight. He still loves a squirt bottle and thwarts any effort to use it as a deterrent.
Those wrinkles (he’s kept many of them).
Tired puppy. He kept that dog until he was much, much bigger than it. We still have a few unstuffed pieces for tug.
And I walked into the living room this morning to see this. ❤ ❤ That’s his new baby.
I couldn’t do that for very long. LOL
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Here is Scout doing her best Nala impression and Bixby his best, “I’m not here” pose.
This is how Scout likes to sit. It was cute as a little thing, not so much now that she can flatten the cushions to pancakes. I’m working on discouraging it. And yes, that is her handiwork on the windowsill. Luckily I’m in the middle of painting, so the repairs should be relatively easy.
I have no idea why Bixby has recently become camera-shy. Big goof.
So these two:
Yesterday was Bixby’s 4th birthday. Celebration was laid-back. LOL Scout also had a milestone – she turned 7 months this week. The house reflects the puppy energy. I’m forever picking up toys and the windowsill now features Scout’s mark – she’s chewed a big chunk of it out. Luckily, it’s repairable. Puppies.
I’ve been busy – painting the living room, refinishing the martini bar – which looks lovely and I need to get some photos up of it. And the gardens take up a bit of time. But unlike last spring and summer when I spent most of my time moving and re-imagining what I had inherited – this spring it has mostly been sprucing things up, keeping the weeks controlled and enjoying the blooms. I’ll take it.
I have been doing absolutely no cooking. I need to have another dinner party to motivate me – and there is one on the schedule so I’ll have to think of something fun. There’s a new grill coming, which means it will definitely be of the outdoor nature. Probably too soon for garden veggies. But a girl can dream.
I have promised the dogs a walk…so we are off. Happy father’s day to everyone!