Happy we-brought-you-home-iversary to our little Jessa.
This is a picture of an early morning snuggle between me and my girl. You can only kinda see it, but she’s giving me kisses. They are the best kisses ever.
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We had our friends, Rocco, Michelle and Darren, over tonight for a little dinner party. Rocco and Michelle brought their dog, Vito. Vito and Jessa started off a little rocky, but soon enough, a love connection was made.
Will she ever forgive me?
So as part of our vet recommended regime, I just gave Jess a bath with the new shampoo (I know, rockin’ Saturday night, right? Shutup…I went out last night! Late! ‘Til 11:30!! oooooooooooooo!!!!!) (Whatever I’m an old lightweight). Now, when I bathe her, I usually use dry shampoo, because I thought it was a lot easier to do than using water.
Turns out….I was right!
She didn’t mind the water so much, cuz it was warm and nice, but from that, to the shampooing, to the letting it sit for 10 mins (okay, I think we only did 5 because…I mean…), to the rinsing, to the towel-drying, to the hairdryer drying (that was the worst…she hates that fuckin’ thing) (and it didn’t even work…probably because she was squirming and running to all different corners of the bathroom), to the Furminating (omg, the greatest product for shedding dogs), to even more attempted towel drying? Yeah. She hates me right now. Like, HATES.
I made up for my horrible mommie dearest behavior by giving her Cheerios as we went along and a nice dental chew once we were done. And now, she’s writhing around on the rug because I clearly did not do a good enough torturing her and she’s still damp.
Well, at least there is Lifetime TV, so I can see people be really horrible in ripped-from-the-headlines tv movies.
Jessa has a lot to say.
Speaking of puppies…
…this is the post wherein I discuss my dog’s poop.
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So Jess has a little bit of a cold or cough or something. She’s been coughing and just slightly tired and off. We’re gonna take her to the vet, don’t worry…but so, for the last couple nights, she’s been waking up at odd hours, wanting to go out, wanting to play, etc. Last night, she got up at around 5am and was kind of schmying around the bedroom. We kept telling her to go back to bed, which usually works, but this time, she would run back to her bed and hover around it. She wouldn’t get in. So finally I got up to see what the deal was and there it was….a tiny little poop in there. Jessa was just looking at me with this kind of, “Mommy, I had an accident” type face…head down, eyes up…and I melted. Poor little thing. So I cleaned it up, put the cushion in the washing machine, and up Jess went on our bed for the rest of the morning. She curled up in the crick of my knees (which was comfortable for the first hour, but God forbid I move and disturb my dog!) (a reason for her not to sleep in bed all the time) and slept away. My sweet girl.
If this isn’t a precursor to kids, I don’t know what. Seriously.
“That’s great, Daddy…just a little more to the right. That should be wide enough for me to pee. Oh, you missed a spot. Get it right, man!”
