For five months, the babies have had a pretty steady routine. They've left home only once, when they got neutered for a day. Otherwise, they've got the run of the house down.
Bear and his dolphin hang out.
Bitty torments Bear's dolphin. Bear wuffles and runs to me for help with the dolphin dangling in his teeth. Bored, Bitty then turns to stealing Bear's barbecue treats. The cycle repeats.
Bitty also spends much of her day wanting to be carried around like the queen she is. She's now developed the habit of placing her paw in the middle of my foot, putting all her weight on it and peering up at me with the most pitiful and demanding eyes imaginable.
When she's not prancing all over my couch.
After chewing on chew sticks, pretending they didn't piddle on my carpet and strategically placing their toys all over the house, the babies sunbathe for a few hours.
However, the Babies are excited about one thing.
They get to go to Grandma K's house! While we're in Alaska, Ben's parents have generously volunteered to look after the dogs. The Babies have already began a list of demands. They would like doggie sized peanut butter pies (no chocolate topping please--beef will do), mini macaroni and cheeses, a new large bed so they don't have to wake up anyone with their tiffs (aka screaming matches at 2 a.m.) and fillet Mignon every night. They require Ace to greet them with bells on and bow down to their role as rulers of the Koerner household.
No, they're not spoiled at all. Not a bit. And Bitty isn't demanding. She's simply....particular.
After spending five months scrubbing the carpet, buying a steam cleaner for the carpet, picking up dog poop, chasing dogs in the front yard, traipsing to the vet for shots every few weeks and Petco every other week for dog food, you think I would be glad to have a break.
But in reality, I'm going to miss the little critters. After all, I'm used to seeing little white bellies at the gate every morning. I'm used to Bear scooting across the carpet and wagging his tail for a half hour after he wakes up. I'm used to Bitty plopping on my stomach while I do sit ups and demanding I pick her up every few seconds. I'm used to having them curl up on my tummy for thirty minutes before bed.
I don't think Ben's parents know what they got themselves into.
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I've already got my tranqilizers refilled so....let the games begin. Gates have been purchased, a new dog bed awaits and visitors have been scheduled in to see the babies. Lord, help us all.
OH, I bet they are ALL going to have a lot of fun! That's the biggest problem when you go to go anywhere . . . what to do with the pet! I can't bear the thought of putting Jess in a kennel. Thankfully we have some food friends from church with 6 (yes 6!) kids who just love to have her stay with them and she loves staying there, so it's a win/win situation! She always comes home tuckered out at the end of it and finds us a bit boring for a few days until we all settle back down into normalcy again! I will miss you, Ben and the wee ones, but can't wait to see the pictures when you get back. You WILL take some snaps to share with us I hope!
Oh...you're going to miss them so much! But I think they'll be in good hands. After all, what are grandparents for if not to spoil?
I love to go on vacations, I just hate leaving my babies behind. Have fun!
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