Mangy Mut Part Two

Today, we took Pappy to the vet for his mange follow up.

Wally came for support.

Pappy weighed in at 32 pounds and both boys got their manicures/toenails clipped

This would have been a cute picture, but they move too damn fast

 

 His skin test only showed dead mites which means he is on the mend!

Only one more month, two rounds of meds, one more skin test -- and this guy won't be a mangy mutt anymore! YAY!

Now if I can only train them to STOP EATING MY SHOES!

After the exciting trip to the vet, the boys took a nice, long, and peaceful nap.

Ernie and I stayed awake and paid bills. What gives??

Tonight, Matt and I get to do WORKOUT #3 which is YOGA. THANK GOD!

Matt is dreading it. I, on the other hand, am sort of excited.

Day One (January 27th) before p90x3 pics:

Matt @ 190 lbs.

Jac @ 102 lbs

And for good fun, us after the first workout---

He's so tired he can't even keep his eyes open.

 

And I'm just pissed.

Happy Friday ya'll!

Brotherly Love

 

I don't know of any other devotion stronger than Pappy's and Wally's. Ever since the day they were born and taken from their mother - Ever since they were abandoned and left in a box to die --- they had each other.

They were found together and rescued together.

Before they could even hear or see, they felt each others' presence and warmth.

They shared their first bottle

and had their first big boy meal side by side.

Together, they endured a very long and scary car ride for eighteen hours.

And met their Mommy and Daddy in each others presence.

They spent their first night, at home, in peace from the comfort of each other,

Experienced new adventures, together, as they grew older,

 

And helped each other through scary times (like the poisonous mushroom night).

They celebrated their first Halloween together.

And woke up on Christmas morning, side by side.

From the absolute beginning to the absolute end, they will spend every single minute of their lives together. Does a closer bond even exist?

Like normal brothers: They wrestle. They play tag. They compete. They argue. They have each others back and worry about each other often. They hate being alone, but they also need their space. They fight over the same toy and encourage each others' naughty behavior. They comfort each other. They spoon. They snore in unison, and fight over food. They have problems sharing and can easily get jealous. But they love each other to infinity and back, and anyone who meets them can immediately see that. 

Through all the "difficult" times of having double trouble puppies - Matt and I do not regret adopting the two, together, for a single second. 

Like parents of humans:

We love watching their brotherhood and loyalty grow day by day. We love comparing their similarities, but also, love watching their individual personalities come through from time to time. We love watching them love each other, and, we will eventually learn to deal with the times that they fight with each other.

Tonight, while cooking dinner - our kitchen went from happy and peaceful - to a full fledged dog fight in seconds.  Like brothers do, one irritated the other and things escalated.

Within seconds, Mommy and Daddy were in the middle, ripping them apart, 

Matt cuddling Wally, and I cuddling Pappy. Calming them down. Hugging them. Kissing them. Letting them know that "everything was going to be okay"

I held Pappy trying to comfort him. I could tell they were both worked up:: scared and upset. It was their first real sibling fight and my heart broke looking at the fear in their eyes. I felt their pain. And I wanted to take it away as fast as I could. Then, it hit me.

At that exact moment, I knew it. I felt it.

 I'm a mommy. 

A real life Mommy.

THEIR Mommy.

Now, I may not be a "normal" Mommy -- but if these babies are the only babies I'll ever have ---

I consider myself beyond blessed.

p90x3

I know you were all desperately hoping to see the "before" pictures, read our beginning weights, and hear all about how we rocked the first two workouts of p90x3.

 But unfortunately, that's not going to happen.

Extenuating circumstances (like not owning any workout shoes) prevented us from starting on Monday night.

So instead, I watched The Bachelor, drank wine, and parented our two very naughty puppies from the couch. A close second to a "being active"

Not every day you see a dog walking on a table, huh?

They have learned to open the Lazy Susan, which means we need to CHLID PROOF our house ASAP.

And they're getting too tall. I swear, you'd think he was starved.

Back to working out -- 

FEAR NOT, my friends, -- tonight is the night we start! Which means [if we survive] in 90 days - Matt and I will be skinny, and healthy, and RIPPED!

............maybe

Last night, we went to this fancy running store where we told them all about our Iron Man aspirations and fitness goals. They took all these measurements of our feet, watched us walk around, and recommended a handful  of shoes that they thought would be best for the each of us. We tested out each pair, and compared them to our previous favorite.... so on........ and so forth.......
Ultimately, we both ended up picking the exact same pair!

I saw this sign hanging at work the other day, and decided that it was a sign. I mean, yes its a real SIGN and all, but also hypothetically .... I mean --  IT'S A SIGN.

Matt and I have dreamed of learning how to run, being in triathlons, and getting into shape for so long. Its about damn time.

Our puppies are going to be so happy - and I can't wait to take them long runs in the Spring time. Mostly for selfish reasons..... (I want them to be as worn out as possible.... like, all the time).

Our new daily routine is as follows:

Wake up at 4:30 AM -- Ay yi yi
Walk the puppies
Make coffee
Make our smoothies
Get ready for work
Go to work
Come home
 Feed the zoo
p90x3
Eat dinner
TV/rest&relaxation
Walk the puppies
Get ready for bed
Go to sleep at 10 PM

Gosh, don't we sound SO old?! And eventually we want to change "walk the dogs" to "RUNNING with the dogs". It would help tremendously in keeping us sane.

A couple nights ago, the boys were SO wired and SO crazy that they were running around the house like BONKERS. Wally and Pappy both slid into the fridge with a loud BANG then turned the corner and hit the end table in our dining room (BOOM!) almost knocking the candle off the top of it. Then, they ran down the stairs (jumping from the 5th stair up to the floor below them) Ran around the living room, on the couch, on the recliner, jumped ON the COFFEE TABLE and made it tip over (CRASH!).

All in a matter of two seconds. Seriously at lightning bolt speed.

Why can't we have that kind of energy?
Lord knows we'll need it tonight when we work out with this creep.

 

Lazy Weekend

 This weekend has been so nice and relaxing.

My most major dilemma was deciding whether or not I liked gin instead of vodka in my dirty martinis.

and laundry. I hate laundry.

 

One of the great things about having pups-

They make you stay home.

It breaks our hearts every Monday when we leave for work. Crating the pups knowing that they'll be spending 8 hours in their tiny bed, with little exercise or social interaction. Our dog sitter, Sharon, is a GODSEND and they love her to pieces - but after their fun walk and playtime with her, they have to go back to their crate for another 4 or so hours before we're home.

On weekends, we make a conscious effort to stay at home as much as possible. At max, we'll go grocery shopping and to church, but other than that -- the pups are constantly roaming the house. As free as can be. Its lovely.

Some of the more difficult things about having pups:

Lulu insists on being the center of attention. And its adorable.

The boys are on their second set of deer antlers since Christmas

Which is great because deer antlers are much cheaper than dining room furniture, dry wall, computer keyboards, TV remotes, etc. etc. etc.

Ernie has had a rough weekend.

On Friday, Ernie Banks, the Hall of Fame Cubs baseball player, AKA Mr. Cub #14 -- passed away at the age of 83.

Poor Little Ernie

My dad's text on Saturday morning: 

"I just read about Ernie Banks, how are the kids and Matt holding up?....Don't let Ernie hit the catnip too much, just enough to ease the pain..."

I love my parents.

I also love homemade vegan pizza. Mmmmmmmmmm.

 The best thing about Vegan pizza is that you can eat the WHOLE thing and not feel bad.

ALL VEGGIES!!

Daily Juicing is still going great AND we start p90x3 tomorrow. 

Are you all ready for weigh ins and "before" pictures?? BECAUSE THEY'RE COMING.

We watched the "introductory video" over the weekend and nearly DIED.

ON TOP OF THAT (HALF IRON MAN TRAINING)

Matt and I will be participating in:::

The Color Run - in June

 The Warrior Dash - in August

AND OUR FIRST TRIATHLON - In September.

HOLY SHIT.

Carmy stopped by the other night -  and we watched cheer videos just like we did when we were 16 years old. IT WAS AWESOME.

And lastly, while walking the dogs tonight -- Wally was pulling so much (They are getting so damn strong) that I slipped on the ice in my NO GRIP Uggs, and my ass fell smack dab on the sidewalk. Ouch.

The boys are getting so big. 

AND WE NEED TO GET THEM TRAINED ASAP.

They will love running with us in the Spring - when there is no ice. And when we can actually physically run.....

And now, for your viewing pleasure. 

Watch from your real COMPUTER.

When I was in shape.

And now. Prepping for p90x3.....

Monday morning tomorrow. :(:(:(