Big boys, but not really.

Walks are fun!

We can't wait for SPRING TIME!

 Our dog sitter, Sharon, sent me this picture today.

DOESN'T HE LOOK LIKE AN ADULT DOG THERE?! When in the hell did our puppies get so big? And where has the time gone?!!!

In the past month, our puppies have grown out of their crates, grown out of their collars, upgraded to "big dog" bowls, and weighed in at over FORTY pounds at the vet!! HOLY MOLY!

What happened to my babies?

They're so big now.

Big Boys = Big Bones

Hard to tell, but the bones are bigger than my THIGHS.

Seriously - they were huge.

Ernie thinks he is a dog.

And, sometimes, the dogs think they are cats.

But don't let the big size fool you. Our big boys babies are still in DIAPERS and still CRY throughout the entire fucking night.

Here is proof that I get no sleep (because Pappy has separation anxiety and refuses to stop crying until he is sleeping with one of us on the couch or bed).

See Pappy's head?

I didn't get a lot of sleeping room that night. 

Lulu is pissed. And very territorial of Matt.

Hard to tell, but that is all four furbabies in bed with Matt and I. From top left to bottom right: Pappy, Wally, Lulu, and Ernie's big butt.

The diapers are so cute though, right?

Too bad our dogs are too damn smart (Australian Shepherd and POODLE) to have them actually WORK. Both of them scoot around until the diaper isn't covering their "you know what" and it becomes nothing more than a cute diaper that we can make fun of. SIGH.

Also, speaking of being too smart. 

I now have to double stack the gates because Wally is genius! He will either army crawl under, or jump over them to get downstairs. If those aren't an option, he will ram his body into the gate until he knocks them all over. He really likes cat food. He also really likes our table.

 

 

YOU TRY SAYING "NO" TO THAT FACE.

Pappy and Wally love our ice dispenser.

And Pappy is SO CLOSE to being able to get the ice himself.

He had a little help in learning.

You are all probably thinking -- "OMG! They are letting those dogs do so many naughty things!"
And YA KNOW WHAT!!!!!?

 They don't bite. They're incredibly loving. And it's their house anyways. So what if we're not good at disciplining? And they had a tough start to life!! And WHO FREAKING CARES if they get ice out of the dispenser and Wally sleeps on table. (Ummm, our dinner guests??) Can you tell I'm trying to defend my horrible puppy parenting?

#puppymotheroftheyear

Good thing, we're not raising HUMAN KIDS, AMMIRITE?!

This is a normal weekly trip to Mounds. Dog food, dog toys, cat litter, cat food, cat toys..... 

150 dollars later. The people who work there are starting to know us by name.

BONUS: Everyone gets free candy bars everytime they go. BEST PLACE EVER.
 

Neutering and a fence is on hold until later on in the year. WHY, you ask?!

We're paying off debt instead. Oh! and because we get to pay IN for taxes for the SECOND year in a row!!!! YAY!!? (Adios, credit cards!)

Why can't we write off OUR {fur}kids? 

That's all she wrote. Until next time.