Good cop, bad cop

I'm obviously not the later of the two...

Since we "chatted" last, I've decided it is simply unacceptable for Blondie to eat the new chicken soup cuisine three times a day. Seeing as she's determined not to miss a morsel, this new ruling has presented some issues. I have no other alternative other than to put Blondie outside while Precious eats in peace. You can imagine how that goes over...

Well, I wasn't born yesterday, so I crafted my own devious plan when feeding time rolled around.

"Hey Ben, would you put Blondie outside, please?"

I knew I was about to get that roll of the eyes "why don't you do it" sort of thing, so I continued...

"She hates going outside, especially when she knows Precious is getting ready to eat. Since you don't like her anyways, I was thinking you could be the mean one and put her out. She can hate you, and then I'll be the hero and let her back in"

That was followed by a quick, "You have got to be kidding me!"

I wasn't kidding, nor did I pass up my oportunity to be the hero some short minutes later.

"Aww, you poor baby! That was so mean of Uncle Ben to put you outside! Don't worry, mommy is here now!"

Yeah, okay, so I can't stand up to my own dog, but when was being a "good cop" such a bad thing afterall?

There's pregnant, and then there's porker...

Did you know large breeds of dogs can have up to TWELVE puppies? Twelve. Thats "doce" in Spanish, in case you didn't catch the sheer terror in my voice the first time around.

Much to my shock and dismay, Precious hasn't been so sweetly. We had a deal- she kept her dress down and I would spare her the pain of the "snipity snip"

The joke's on me...At least until it's time to deliver...

After I had time to adjust to the fact I was about to have more costly dependents and all my pending travel plans were just shot straight to hell, I have finally let minimal excitement set in. I mean, when is the last time you saw an ugly puppy?

In leiu of recent revelations, I've made significant changes to senorita preggo's daily habits. For starters, an increase in caloric consumption. I've found even the most "finicky" eater has a soft spot for dog food smothered in warm cream of chicken soup...but if it's cold, you can forget it.

The porker on the other hand, doesn't have the first quam about eating three times a day. In fact, she's lobbying for a midnight snack, but I'm standing my ground. Under normal circumstances, it takes an act of congress to get the fat little angel out of bed anytime after breakfast, but make no mistake about it, break out the chicken soup, and she's on her way.

So there you have it, pregnant, porker, and soon to be pauper. Does it get any more poetic than that?

The Garden of Eden?

Have you ever awoke to a picture perfect moment before?



I can honestly say I don't think I have...until this morning, of course, when my camera is all the way on the other side of the room. They say a picture is worth a thousand words- so it's too bad I don't have one of those for you.



Anyhow, last night must have been a rough nights sleep. You'd figure now that the girls and I have upgraded to a queen-size bed we'd all have plenty of room...Wrong again. They took having a larger bed as an open invitation to move about freely...multiple times a night, I might add, but I digress.



As the alarm squaked ever so hiteously this morning and thrust me into the conscious world, I found myself curled up, in the fetal position, laying horizontally across the head of the bed, nose to the wall.



I glanced over my shoulder to try and make some sense of why I wasn't laying vertically in the bed like a normal human being when my eyes fell upon my darling sweethearts-



Both of them were positioned snuggly against my back. Precious covering the upper half, and Blondie the latter. Their heads faced each other and there they lay, ever so sweetly. My dad swears dogs don't snuggle for body warmth's sake, so I'm left to believe they were protecting me.



It reminded me of this picture I saw on display at an ark walk some time back-Two angels with swords, protecting the entrance to the Garden of Eden. Okay, so it's a stretch but minus the swords and the green leafy foliage, it totally works.