Well we made it back! Remind me not to fly that much in two days again. 😎 On a good note, puppy girl is amazingly tolerant and made not a single. stinkin. peep. on the whole trip. And she wasn’t just cowering in her carry bag either, she was mostly just snoozing. What a girl!
Many many thanks to Kim and Mark for playing chauffer and host. They’re lucky I didn’t hide the white dog in my backpack. 😉
She’s breaking in the boys now. Upon getting her home, we put the idiots outside and let her check out the surroundings a bit. She schmoozed up to Dave pretty good (atta girl), and is completely fascinated and in love with Charlie! She’s a real sweetie. We then let Leo inside so that he could show her his toy collection. Leo really is the BEST puppy socializer…he rolled onto his back immediately which put her at ease (the boys can be a bit MUCH at first), and then started bringing his toys.
We’re not sure the call name Charm is sticking. She certainly is charming, but for some reason we’re just having a hard time with it. Dave wants to name her Daisy…I’m undecided.
So here she is…Snowrose Poetic Charm.
with Leo’s toys arrayed around her:
Brady watches intently
Hmm, doesn’t look like he quite trusts her yet LOL:
– Clean underwear
– Liver brownies (for winning over the locals, of course)
I think I’m good to go! Sorry, I’m doubting that I can smuggle beer in my carry on.
I haven’t met Kim and Mark yet, but they have already saved me from the wrath of Dave. He is remarkably understanding about me spending money on a puppy that he doesn’t “really” want (though he’ll love her once she gets here, he just doesn’t see the “need” for 3 dogs LOL)…and then spending money on a plane ticket to get said puppy. Thankfully I don’t have to also pay for a rental car and/or hotel room, due to the generosity of friends-of-friends. :o) And I’m SO looking forward to meeting them and the dogs! How can you not love a dog named Superfly or Guppy? And an adorable polar bear cub?
As some of you may or may not have gathered, Kate and I both desired to purchase the same adorable and lovely little puppy girl. As it has worked out, it appears that she is going to become a southern girl here with me. Kate has promised that she won’t consider it gloating if I post about my impending addition, so here she is…
This picture is of her at 7 weeks old…since we’ve all seen the nice stacked shots of her, I thought this one of that adorable face was appropriate. Her name, for now at least, is Charm, a.k.a. Snowrose Poetic Charm. Her breeder Dixie felt that “Charm” really fit her, so we will see how it feels to us once we get to know her a bit.
I know that Leo is going to be SO excited! Brady probably will be too, if his reaction to Leo’s arrival is any indication. I have a plane trip planned for Nov 4-5 to Seattle to meet this little girl and hopefully bring her home. Can’t wait!!
I also want to apologize to Kate for my comment on her blog yesterday…I was trying to make light of a somewhat awkward situation and I don’t think it came across well. I’m good at putting my foot in my mouth (right, Mandy?).
X rays today on the twit dog. On a good note, I loved the vet. He’s a show guy (setters), does the xrays without sedation, and he even got a good picture on the first try. Said Leo was very cooperative, ha.
His elbows look good, but the hips are questionable. He has seen a good number of corgi hips, but due to some specific hip conformation questions on Leo, he’s unsure what OFA will do with it. We shall see in a few weeks, I guess. Overall I am left with the impression that he’s borderline for breeding, which doesn’t break my heart as I didn’t have grand plans in that respect anyway LOL. I will have more xrays done when he is two, not only to submit to OFA but so that I can see if our agility training is having any effect on his hip joints (although we won’t be training very hard, I try not to stress the dog’s structure more than I have to).
And now I find myself hoping harder that Leo will measure under 11″ so that he can jump in the 8″ class without having to go to Preferred. :o)
Today is my baby girl’s 2nd birthday. I can hardly believe that so much time has passed since I became a mother. I didn’t even WANT to be a mother, not really…I rather grudgingly went along with it because we were getting a bit older and I figured I didn’t want to reach 40 and look back and say “Oh my god, the things I wish I had done…”. I guess I’m just saying that it felt like it was “time” to think about having a baby, if we were going to do it, and I couldn’t really fathom the idea of NOT ever having a baby, so we went ahead with it. Blindly.
9 months of pregnancy passed in a rather dazed blur and then suddenly I was in the hospital with a newborn that I had no idea what to do with. I expected it to be horrible, no sleep, constant worry, the whole bit. For some reason, I never expected it to be wonderful also. I didn’t expect to look down at her face and just cry because I felt like my heart would burst from my chest. I didn’t expect her to be sweet, curious, and to not even really cry that much. I didn’t expect the immense satisfaction I felt when she heaved a sigh of relaxation and relief as she snuggled against me. I also felt crushed with responsibility, to the point that I bawled the whole drive home from the hospital…to the total bewilderment of Dave. But somehow we muddled through, and we now have an active, curious, sweet, and adorable toddler who only occasionally throws tantrums to try to get her way.
She loves books, her dog Leo, her stuffed animals, and figuring things out. I know better than to try to help her now…apparently frustration is part of her rite of passage. She is independent, but won’t leave my side when she’s sick or scared. She has a “lovey” that she sleeps with and I dread ever having to take away. She begs nightly for us to “giggle her belly” before bedtime, and her insane peals of laughter are just the sweetest music. She loves Little Einsteins and must watch it daily.
I can’t imagine life without her.
Charlie’s birthday pictures
Leo and I have started obedience class. I took him to a puppy kindergarten when he was a wee baby, but now is time for “serious” obedience. I have been remiss with him, allowing him to go to over a year old without any real obedience. The only thing the dog knows how to do is show in conformation, and he’s hit and miss with that as it is LOL.
I think he has a brain. He is highly trainable, except that I can only hold his attention for about .45 seconds before he’s focusing on something else…usually one of the other dogs in the class that he’s trying to convince to go romp with him for a while. He is the bad influence in the class, the one always saying to the other dogs…”come on, let’s play! Screw this sit-stay-down crap.” But BOY! When I do get his attention, he is amazing. So perky and focused on me…for .45 seconds, of course. I think he’ll be a great agility dog someday…as long as the courses are REALLY short. Like one obstacle short.
Here is a picture of Dave’s family at the beach. Me, Charlotte, and Dave are on the LEFT. Tristan, our nephew, is the one in the middle with his finger up his nose.
If they only knew my secret…
OK OK, just so you don’t all call CPS on my ass, here are the pictures of her climbing in there of her own free will.
We’re leaving for a week’s vacation tomorrow. Packing for a large trip ALWAYS makes me want to pull my hair out, because though I love Dave he DRIVES ME BATTY SOMETIMES! This is always one of those times, because he gets so freaking concerned that we’re going to forget something. Me…I pretty much figure that as long as we’ve got the kid (check), the car (check), our wallet/purse (check), birth control (CHECK), and a few clothes to get by…we’ll pretty much be OK, y’know? There is a Wal-Mart somewhere if we forget the damned toothbrushes.
And we’ve already packed the case of wine, the beer, and the bottles of Jack Daniels in the car, so apparently we’re going to be joining Mandy in the ranks of the boozers this week. We’re vacationing with Dave’s whole family, by the way…his parents, his two sisters and their husbands and kids. Three children under the age of 2, yippee! Should be…umm…interesting.