13 weeks now...

 This is Ralphie.
Ralphie is a Basset Hound.

He's our newest baby.
We wuv him.

We got him on Mother's Day... or rather, I did.

He was only 9 weeks old when he joined our family.
We've had him for about 4 1/2 weeks.  He's 13 1/2 weeks now.

Ain't I good at math?

 Ralphie has made himself right at home.

This happens all day long... every day.
Every day for the past 4 1/2 weeks.
Did I mention that it happens all day long?

 But we all still wuv him.

 These two items have become my newest best friends...
as well as, the diapers and the wipes for the toddler.

It's non-stop and it's everywhere, man.

Much Love from Poop and Peeville...
just send more paper towels and air fresheners.
Thanks,
Rolo

my personal escort...

Meet Buddy...

He's a good dog.

He's a mix between a German Shorthaired Pointer and a Brittney Spaniel.
Buddy is about 7 years old.
Buddy would never harm a thing... not even a fly.
Well, actually one of his favorite past times is catching bugs.
In fact, his name was almost Bugs when JB adopted him at about 4 months of age... but my step-son, Jackson, insisted on "Buddy".
But other than that gross little hobby, he's all bark.

He too is a tad overweight... it's my fault.
I just have a weakness for feeding the people... errr, I mean, the things I love good food.
Ok, enough about Buddy's weight... he's happy and that's all that matters, right? I mean, I have a good friend who calls a little extra weight, "happy pounds"... and I'm sure we all have 'em. There's nothing wrong with a few extra "happy pounds" on anyone!

Now, back to my point here...

Buddy has become my personal escort and bodyguard since we found out we were expecting back in March.

At first, I didn't think anything of it. I just thought that for some strange reason he, all of a sudden, wanted to sleep and hang out under our bed. His barking at anything and everything... and sometimes nothing also became excessive. I still didn't catch on.

It was only after I realized that every time I got up to move around the house he was up and in front of me. He would even race ahead to catch up to be the "leader" and look back to make sure I was still following. And then it hit me... he's escorting me to the kitchen, to the bathroom, and to put laundry away. If for a moment he gets distracted and looses sight of me, he'll come searching and pick up where he left off.

It's the weirdest thing.

It's also sometimes a bit annoying.

I did actually look it up and yes, it's a fact that although dogs might not know exactly what is going on, they can sense and even smell a change in a woman when she becomes pregnant. They can become extra clingy and cuddly. They can become obsessed with smelling you (he sometimes will do this too) and they can become extra protective and want to escort you around everywhere.

And although it's a bit annoying at times, I've never had a personal escort... So, for the last remaining 3 weeks (more or less), I'll try to enjoy it... even cherish it.

After all, in his mind he's doing his job... and he's doing a good job at that!

Good boy, Buddy!

xo

Ralonda

buzz...

Meet Buzz.

He's slightly obese.

His belly flops over and hides his back paws when he sits.

OK, I'm sorry Buzz... maybe obese is too harsh. Maybe I should say, "very healthy".
This is Buzz... our very healthy cat.

Buzz has only several objectives in life...

1.) To stalk you, following you from room to room, meowing and rubbing
against your legs, while you're eating your morning yogurt until you
give him the container for his fair share.

Oh, how he loves yogurt. I don't know how, but he can hear you peel
back the lid (even if you're trying to be quiet) from anywhere in the house.
If he could, he would stick his whole face down in that container.

2.) To beg for ham in the mornings while you're making lunches for the kids.
He'll beg and beg and even try to stand on his hind legs and paw at you so you'll notice him.
"Hey, I'm down here... give me MY ham!"

"Oh, how I've got to have that ham."

And this is where I imagine that he thinks he's out on the Serengeti about to enjoy his kill.

"Ahhh... the fresh meat of a gazelle."




3.) To sunbathe. He loves to find a sunny spot, stretch out and bathe himself.

He doesn't care who's watching. He's not the least bit modest.







Ahhh... the life of a house cat.

Have a relazing weekend.

xo
Ralonda