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The Dog

Higgins was supposed to be snipped today…however, Mike’s morning routine included feeding the dog this morning (damn those habits!), so we couldn’t bring Higgins in for surgery today. Oh, and when I came downstairs, Burke had just set down a full bowl of kibble as well. (Seriously? Since when do the kids feed the dog in the morning?? sheesh ๐Ÿ˜› ) So…he’s now rescheduled for next Monday. I’m thinking I’ll put a little note on his food next Sunday ๐Ÿ˜‰

I’m a little bummed because I was really hoping he’d settle down after being snipped. (Although, Mr. Trainer says that may not happen. ACK!)

We had an incident yesterday…Mike and the kids were fooling around (tickle torture) on the couch last night and apparently Higgins wanted to get in on it. He ended up bumping Burke’s cheek…and unfortunately, Higgins most likely had his mouth open because it looks like his teeth scraped Burke’s cheek. It does not look like a bite…and we were watching the whole thing; we are 100% sure that it was not malicious. Higgins just has no idea how strong he is and he wants to be a part of everything.

Even knowing all this – it’s still a little scary! And we’ve learned our lesson: no horseplay while Higgins is in the room. I’ve already talked with Mr. Trainer and he’s on board to help out with this type of behavior as well.

And the good news is that while Burke was a little shy right after, he seems to have no fear of Higgins now. (A healthy dose of caution, but he’s not afraid to be in the same room with him.)

Friday’s Fotos: Dog, Party, and Cake

Higgins has made himself right at home. Today he jumped up on the bed to be right beside me while I was working.ย  (Training evaluation tomorrow!!)

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There were 36 kids (plus a few siblings) at Burke and Maggie’s Kid party. They had a lot of fun ๐Ÿ™‚

And they each got their own cake: a princess one and a Cars one.

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This year’s shaped cake from my Dad was a soccer ball!

Separation Anxiety – In a Dog??

Is it possible for a dog to have separation anxiety?

Our nice, quiet, loving dog from that first week has turned into an anxious, barking (but still loving) guy who doesn’t like it when I’m out of his sight. (Perhaps Mike too, but I’ve noticed it more with me…perhaps simply because I’m the one who is home all day.)

Heaven forbid if I even make a motion for the door. Or put my boots on. Even if it’s to bring HIM out!

I suppose if I’d been left to wander around the streets of the Bronx (where they found him), and then put into a kill shelter (where he was rescued from), I’d be a little anxious as well…but sheeesh!

On the flip side…I’m guessing that means he’s feeling more comfortable here as well. I mean, he was *super* quiet before, and now he’s comfortable letting us know how he feels. And he is *LOVING* playing fetch with his Kong ball (One of two toys he hasn’t completely destroyed in under 2 minutes – the other being the Kong Classic toy). We’ll sit on the couch and he’ll bring the ball over and drop it in someone’s lap (kids included) waiting for someone to toss it. And I swear he’s got this big ol’ grin on his face while his tail is about wagging off his body waiting for that toss. ๐Ÿ™‚

(Strange) Week in Review: Dog, Swimming, Snow, and a Lot More

It’s been a long, strange week.

We got back from sunny Florida on Friday to not-so-sunny Massachusetts.

Then started a new session of swim lessons on Saturday. Since it was a new session, Maggie moved over with Burke’s instructor from the last session…and promptly freaked out. She wanted her old one (who was working with another little kid). I had to talk her down and have her promise to try out Instructor J. And I talked with Instructor J. to let him know that she was kind of scared. (Burke seems to have advanced a bit more than Maggie – simply because he has no fear). Instructor J. let Maggie use the noodle for most of the rest of the lesson, so she seemed okay. After the session, she let it slip that she was afraid that Instructor J. would make her do everything that Burke does. (He can swim under water for a little ways…Maggie doesn’t really like putting her face in the water.) She’s promised to stick it out and try again next week.

On Sunday, Higgins joined us! He’s such a sweet, sweet puppy. He spends most of his day up with me while I’m working. He’s a good boy, but will benefit from a wee bit more training ๐Ÿ˜‰

Sunday is also about the time we realized that Logan more than likely had Chickenpox. Yes. Chickenpox. And yes, he was vaccinated. And I think that’s the only reason that most of those pox (covering his whole body) were all but gone Monday morning. Looking back, there were definitely signs on Sunday…

On Monday, Nanny C. started! (I’m a little nervous because she’s never had the Chickenpox…eek! Fingers crossed that Logan wasn’t contagious.) So far, the kids seem to really like her. YEAH!

On Tuesday, I got an email and a phone call stating that school was canceled for Wednesday … and it hadn’t even started snowing yet. Turns out they made a good call because…

On Wednesday, we got 26 inches of snow!! Mike stayed home and pretty much spent the entire day shoveling. (We *so* need to get a snowblower!!) Wednesday evening I got the same messages that school was canceled for Thursday as well. Which was a little strange because it had already stopped snowing…but I guess it was because not all of the roads were plowed and they were worried about the bus routes.

On Thursday, Logan had yet another follow-up appointment with Dr. Endo. He’s 29.4 pounds and exactly 3 feet tall. Apparently, he’s still “drifting” down the charts in height though. At the first appointment, he was in the 13th percentile…then the 8th, and now the 7th.ย  She talked about getting blood work done, but mentioned that it could wait until the next appointment – which I jumped on, of course. (Plus, I had the kids with me because Nanny C. wasn’t able to get to us.) SO…we go back for more measurements in 4 months. Seriously, all they do is weigh him and measure his height, ‘wing span’, and ‘trunk’. I suppose that’s a hell of a lot better than taking blood from him each time.