I think it's time to lower the crib mattress.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Sometimes Lila is very sad all day long for no good reason. A couple weeks ago, we had one of those days when she was just so needy and every time I set her down she collapsed into dramatic sobs. What did I do in response? I took pictures.
I really am a good mom, I promise. She's fine now. See? (It's blurry, I know. She's wiggly.)
Monday, July 12, 2010
Well I for one still love my dog, despite my Saturday afternoon moments of weakness when I repeatedly told her to go away, stared at her intimidatingly until she did and, I am not proud to admit, waived a threatening stick so she could see what she might have coming if I were just a little less compassionate. You'd think we'd remember to shut the door to Lila's room, especially when there's an extra half a dog in the house. But no, we once again neglected the boundaries that dogs so flippantly disregard and walked into a house with the thick stench of greasy dump slowly seeping through the air. And for the rest of the day we tried to make sure Franny knew she was not appreciated. Then, of course, I caved and spent the rest of the evening scratching her ears.
So despite the pooping and all, I can forgive and enjoy Franny for this: the relationship that she and Lila have. Lila is so utterly fascinated by Franny's existence that, mid-tantrum, she'll freeze and stare at Franny just getting up and walking across the room to lie down in a different spot. And Franny, though uninterested at first, now happily wags her nub and noses Lila lovingly, licking her cheeks as she squeakily laughs. My commands of "don't lick the baby's face" go unheeded.
A few weeks ago the four of us were enjoying a Sunday afternoon on the front porch and, through a series of shots that Kelsey snapped with my phone, I realized just how in sync Lila and our eldest really are:
Notice how they're looking at all the same things? There you have it- the awesome kid is also a genius. I mean, she has an attention span identical to a four year old Australian shepherd, and they're like the third smartest dog there is. It's science.
So Franny may have lost favor with Lila's mom, but I still love her. I emailed her previous owner/trainer over the weekend to find out if she responded to any commands that we have yet to try out, and I found out that Franny a) recognized her diabetic owner's low blood glucose and would paw her on the foot to tell her to get sugar, and b) used to wear a backpack which she would fetch upon hearing "get your clothes." Hilarious. Now it's almost time to fashion a saddle so Lila can ride her Aussie steed around the yard and make all the other kids jealous. Yee haw.
I recant my "good dog." Franny pooped ALL OVER Lila's rug this weekend after eating Pixie's food. (We're dog-sitting for Eric's parents' squirrel, I mean, "dog.") Francis, you've got a lot of work to do to get back into my good graces.
Pixie: Muppet Squirrel-Dog
Saturday, July 3, 2010
We got Franny one year ago today. She was our replacement pup after we had to put our beloved Maddie-dog to sleep last summer (by the way, pregnant mamas do not cope well with the death of their pets no matter how disgusting the breath of said pets might smell or how many times they might poop in a 24 hour period). We made it a whole week without a dog and then drove to Beatrice, NE to pick up Francy-pants. She had it made, I tell ya. Nesting mama ready to try out her mothering skills and an affection-loving husband to provide all the physical touch a pup could ask for.
However, 5 short months later, Francis was in for a shock when she was carted off to Uncle Paulie and Aunt Lala's house for a week only to return to find a new, rather small, rather smelly, rather noisy creature occupying her home and her people's laps.
(photo credit: Jenae Weinbrenner of Imijfoto)
Needless to say, since Baby Girl's arrival, Franny has been a bit neglected. I mean, we still feed her and everything, it's just that she's been removed from her honored position of "child" to the lowly stature of "pet."
I can't pretend like my feelings for her didn't change. Nowadays, when it comes to Franny, I have a limited set of emotions. I often feel annoyed (like when she won't stop licking my feet) or angry (like when she barks at No One at the door when Lila is asleep) or grossed out (like when she catches and kills bunnies and gets blood all over herself) or confused (like when out of nowhere she gets up from her spot on the living room rug, walks into the bedroom, stands there, then comes back and sits back down) or aggravated (like when she throws her bone around and it bangs loudly on the hardwoods when Lila is sleeping). But sometimes I'm playing with Baby Girl on the rug, and I look over and Franny is lying there calmly minding her own business, not licking or barking or killing or anything, and I forget all that other stuff and think, "What a good dog."
So, Happy One Year Anniversary, Nubby. You're a good dog.