One day last week was National Puppy Day. We missed it because we have puppies. You can not take your eyes off them or they chew on your iPad. So, we will celebrate now with a puppy update.
Remember how Amanda and I convinced our husbands that getting puppies was an excellent idea? Well, per usual, WE WERE RIGHT!!! Our husbands are #blessed.
These little munchkins are now 4 ½ months old. And also, they aren’t munchkin sized. Millie packed on 10 pounds last month to bump up to 24 pounds, while Phoebe weighs in at a more petite 20 pounds. Their vets keep saying scary things like..“Yikes. Did you know she would be such a large dog?” We can not remember anymore what we thought. And since we were told they’d most likely be under 60 pounds, I’m pretty sure this means one thing. In my family, we grow super-sized dogs no matter the predicted weight. We are the real life family version of Clifford the Big Red Dog times two. It’s our special gift.
Our families and friends have been noting how much these dogs favor certain celebrities and fictional characters.
And so, without further adieu, here’s what we came up with. This little sweet thing….
…she may have been born a canine but she sure resembles a certain ursine.
Hello little Muppet! Phoebe Fozzie Bear Regas!
And Millie has been narrowed down to two doppleganger possibilities. Please feel free to voice your thoughts on this riveting topic.
- Doc from Back to the Future
- A Fraggle Rock
And one more thing, just to be open and honest. When we said these puppies have been a great decision, they have. But let’s not confuse this with meaning “easy and perfect.” Dull moments don’t exist. Our couch, along with any surface that’s above her eye level, is stacked with shoes, socks, underwear that she tends to nonchalantly walk by with in her mouth.
Oh, and Millie tends to get carsick. I learned this when she puked three times in the car while going to pick up kids from carpool. And then she threw up again in the car the next day. But I’m not sure if that was due to the motion or if the sock she ate and vomited back up onto my lap was to blame. That was a pleasant time. And apparently, we have a spot on our wall that looks and tastes delicious….goodbye drywall.
Thanks Mills. Our vet is under strict instruction to look for and locate her internal obedience button and push it when she gets spayed soon. I’m just certain there has got to be an answer for her shenanigans that don’t include me having to be trained on getting her to obey.
And The Phoebes, well she is perfect. Except that these are the glasses Amanda’s husband used to wear when he wanted to see the world. He left himself vulnerable by allowing his body to sleep and you can’t let your guard down like that. It’s fine. Amanda talks a lot and can just describe things to him. Good practice for the elderly years.
And so, on this Monday, SFB wishes you a happy start to your week. May your drywall stay intact, socks stay on feet, glasses be uncrunched, and underwear not have the crotch ripped out of them. God bless.