Big Dog Meets Little Dog

Meet Bogart. He is aptly named after Humphrey Bogart because of the 5 o'clock shadow he has around his mouth. Since he's still a puppy he has a little bit of growing up to do before he fits the seriousnous of his name. He's not quite to the maturity level to justify his saying "Here's lookin' at you kid". So that's why we call him Bo. Bo is a Cairn Terrier, which is the same breed as Toto from The Wizard of Oz. He is about 4 months old. We had been looking for a puppy, but Bo was more of an impulse purchase. He was the only one of his litter left. He's so cute! We wondered why nobody ever picked him? When we took him to the vet a little light was shed on that question when the vet exclaimed "He has HUGE ears!". So it looks like he might have been left behind due to his ginormous rabbit ears. BUT, I think they are his cutest feature.

Bo is a bit mischeivious. He is not completely potty trained and does not differentiate between the patio and the grass. We're working on it. For those of you who met Gus in an earlier post, you might wonder how the introduction of a new puppy might rock Gus' world. Well actually, Gus has been a model citizen since Bo came around. I think Gus might feel that he is responsible for Bo's proper upbringing. He is a role model now. It's a long shot, but remember that movie Homeward Bound? We've totally got the Shadow/Chance relationship going on. Bo is constantly antagonizing Gus. And Gus just takes it like a champ. In fact, he finds Bo amusing. He watches him do something that he was doing only months earlier and just sighs and rolls his eyes like he's saying "Gees, puppies...".

As I type this, Bo is in the doghouse with Joey. Bo has managed to chew on the wiring to the patio lights and now only one side lights up. He has found the Achilles' heel of the back door and there is now a small hole in the frame. He has nawed on the patio fence and we now have a more weathered look going on. So as you can see, the problematic commonality is chewing.

By the way, Joey pointed out to me that we have named our dogs Bo and Gus, or Bo-Gus. Totally unintended.

Hiccup Hijack

Today I had the hiccups. Twice. And these were not the cute girl hiccups you see in movies. Why can't I get those kind? You know, the little dainty, feminine, am-I-doing-this-on-purpose-to-seem-cute kind? No, mine are semi-violent. They're more I'm-having-a-conversation-and-suddenly-scare-everyone-including-myself kind. During the forty-five plus minutes that they lasted today, I avoided phone conversations and went in and out of rooms at work quickly so as to avoid leaving people with the thought that I was either possessed or had Touretts. They come unexpectedly and I can never seem to figure out what started it. Did I drink that glass of water too fast? Standard straw delivery. Not drinking enough water? 4 glasses by lunch. Or maybe something I ate? Leftovers. Did I stop breathing and just not notice? Highly unlikely. The next natural step: Wikipedia. According to Wikipedia there's a possibility that my hiccups are an evolutionary remnant of amphibian respiration. Does this mean I'm reverting to amphibian state or that I'm part amphibian? I can jump pretty far. Maybe this makes sense. Ok, not in a million years. Also encouraging news from Wikipedia, the Guiness Book of World Records has the longest noted case of hiccups - 68 years. So the upside is that I have a chance at a world record. The funny thing about having the hiccups is that everyone feels like they have The Hiccup Cure. Everyone has their recommended home remedy. Hold your breath as long as you can. Long, deep breaths. Drink a glass of water and then hold your breath. Drink a glass of water while pinching your nose. Drink a glass of water with a penny in it. Eat a spoonful of mustard. And my personal favorite, have someone scare you beyond all reason. There's always a volunteer for that one. And everyone swears that their cure works. From my experience, I'm not sure there's a one-size-fits-all cure for the hiccups. Just about the time I was resigning myself to become the world record hiccup holder - they disappeared! It wasn't gradual. They were just gone! Oh well, I'll go for the Gold next Hiccup Season!

New President...New Post

So, I was so stressed out from The Election that I decided to hold off posting for two weeks and instead spent the time that I would have been blogging in prayer for our nation. Ok, in all seriousness not really, but I wish I would have. Until the last few months, I have not been that great at praying for our nation. Most of the time, my prayers are caught up in the small scope of my life. A wake up call. It was a good one and much needed.

Since my last post:
- Joey and I have gotten new carpet and tile and are still working on getting everything back in order.

- We have returned all duplicate gifts from our registries. I still have credit at some stores due to my lack of skill when it comes to making decisions regarding inconsequential items. Lamps are apparently my weak spot. I just can't decide! But, neither can Joey. :)

- I turned my calendar to November at work - expecting something, well, Novembery. November is pink roses. Did I get a pictorally defective calendar?

- A new discovery: Gus' hair was on my desk at work. To my knowledge he is not employed at my office. But, I'm not ruling out moonlight office work due to his history of mysterious, late night outings.

- We have gotten our wedding pictures back. Yay! I'll have to post them soon.

- Oh and I have cut my hair. It's an inch or so below my chin. I figured I'd hooked Joey officially so I could cut the hair. Next I'll really let myself go and stop shaving. Just kidding. They always say guys like girls with long hair, but Joey loves my hair short.

Now that The Election's over I'll be checking in more often. You know I'm kidding right? Really, life just got busy. I'm sure it won't happen again. :P