Ground Moles and Such

They are really a very tasty snack - ground moles, that is. I was running in Grandma H's backyard while Grandma E 2.0 and Granddaddy were cutting the grass. What did I come across but a nest of ground moles. Suddenly I hear this ear-piercing shriek that interrupts my pre-dinner snack and Grandma starts dancing around. She gets on the boob phone and calls Curly. Shortly (and I use that term loosely), Curly and The Voice come running around the corner. Caught red-handed, er, mole tongued! Well, I've already been found out for the closet mole-eating fiend that I am, why not make the most of it? So what's a dog to do - eat another mole of course! And of course this is followed by another shriek (this time it's Curly). I'm home now with a full stomach and nice big bowl of cold water. Curly is praying that she doesn't see those same moles again later tonight!

Really, who else does things this way?

The house has been a whirlwind of activity this week and the humans are moving and cleaning and yelling and painting and cutting and vacuuming and packing and forgetting to feed me like never before. I've never seen anything like it. The normally docile do-they-have-a-pulse humans are manic. I suppose it started last Sunday (6 days ago) when Curly left to "run an errand." What she really did was go to an open house. Curly had been complaining about The Guy spending too much time looking at houses on the internet so she didn't tell him where she was going. She came home 30 minutes later and told him (or asked and begged and pleaded) that they were buying a house. So they packed up The Infant and went back and looked at it again. They made an offer on the spot and it was accepted.

The whirlwind started that night and hasn't stopped since. They (along with Grandma E 2.0, Granddaddy, Skinny, The Voice, and Curly's Twin) have been cleaning and packing and fixing everything in sight. They worked that night until 11:00 pm. They put MY house up for sale on Monday. After going to the bank and doing all the other stuff everything looks like it's moving along just fine.

The only snag seems to have taken place this morning (Saturday). Thankfully, Skinny and The Voice kept The Infant last night and Curly and The Guy did some work. They actually got out of bed at a reasonable hour this morning and started doing some more work around the house. I, being the alert faithful companion that I am, alerted the humans that there was someone at the door. They were not only at the door, but trying to come IN the door. It was a realtor here to show the house. Signals got crossed somewhere and long story short they told her they needed thirty more minutes to get out of the house. That's when things really got crazy. I've never in all my 5 years seen anything like it. Curly and The Guy moved faster than I've ever seen them move before. Stuff was flying everywhere, paintbrushes were being put in strange places, Curly was dusting with the shirt she was wearing (while she was wearing it). I tell you it was a sight to behold. But, she still had time to put out matching kitchen towels! I tried to escape out the front door once, but they noticed. I'm not sure where I would have gone if I'd gotten out, but I tried nonetheless. Twenty-five sweaty minutes later we were all out of the house and in the truck.

By 2:00 pm the couple that looked at the house (the first people to look at it) made an offer! We still have to discuss a few things, but it might be promising. We'll see (I hope I didn't jinx everything by posting this entry).

Now, for the really important stuff. The first picture of The Infant was taken on Tuesday when she was waiting with Grandma E 2.0 on the front porch for Curly, The Guy, and Skinny to return from buying a bedspread (It's really nice, but I think they got a good deal on it because they still let me sleep on it). The next picture was taken about fifteen minutes ago while she was eating green beans for the first time. Click here to see the video of this monumental occasion.

Below is the house that, hopefully, I'll be living in in about a month. It is hard to tell from the picture, but it is a two car garage. I hear that the house looks MUCH bigger on the inside than it does on the outside. The only thing I'm a bit bothered by is my pooping situation. I guess the humans think I need a fence but there's not one there. They said I might be put on a chain, but I'm a little bothered. I'm not your typical West Virginia brown dog. I'm mean c'mon, what's next? You're going to expect me to sit ON TOP of a dog house?



I really love The Infant. I know I don't show too much excitement, but I really do love to play with her. Below is a snippet of what we do when we play. Click here for a second very similar video. I know this post has been all over the place, but this has been a VERY busy week. As always, we'll keep you posted.

Hangin' Tough in Hershey

Curly and Curly's Twin are absolutely mad. Like crazy, insane, mad (not angry-mad). They forced The Guy to watch all of their videos of the concert and look at all of their pictures on the television (all 135!) before he could watch the NCAA tournament and finish watching the AAA championship game. I couldn't take it anymore so I went outside to eat some grass and puke. In all of her excitement The Infant fell asleep and Curly didn't get to see her when she got home. Don't worry, I hear the twins have some big plans for her tomorrow (stay tuned, we may need your help).

Without further adieu here are the pictures you've been waiting for. I've also included links to our videos of some of their classic songs (The Right Stuff, Call It What You Want, and Didn't I). For those of you new to the internet (ahem, I'm talking to you Grandma E 2.0!) just click on the colored text that is the name of the song. If you would like an extreme close-up of the pictures below, just click on the photo.

Curly with the tickets...


and Curly's Twin after the night of excitement.


Five bad brothers from the Beantown land!!!


And one last sample of NKOTB goodness...

Top O' the Mornin' to You

Er, rather, evening. But that takes away from the cliche and the charm.

The Infant had a big day today. Doctor's appointment, first attempt at eating cereal, AND a walk in her stroller. I got to go along also and I didn't think the humans were ever going to go back home! We walked all the way to Walker Machinery and I've never been so happy get back home and get in bed. They made me walk past three Mastiffs. Talk about intimidating! I managed to give them one semi-good bark before the humans pulled me to the other side of the street.

The cereal went pretty well today. Of course The Infant has to practice using her tongue to take things in instead of pushing things out, but for a first attempt it wasn't too bad. Check out the video here if you have about five minutes. It's probably not too interesting for most humans, but if you're bored...

The video below is a little more entertaining (if you have about 30 seconds to spare). It was filmed on Monday. Let's hope The Infant doesn't start doing this when she's eating.


At the doctor's office today, the Dr. confirmed what we already knew: The Infant is a GIANT! She is literally off the chart. Really, she is NOT on the chart. A whopping 27.25 inches. Weight-wise she's absolutely average. She couldn't be more average if she tried - 50th percentile. It turns out that her crooked crack doesn't pose a problem (except for the slicky-slide issue. Talk to Granddaddy about that one), but her uneven fat folds in her legs could. There's probably nothing wrong, but they could signal a problem with her hips. She'll go have an ultrasound on her hips on Tuesday. I'm sure she's fine, but we'll keep you posted.

Not Amused

***Update***
Link fixed. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Please tell me that you people really don't think this is funny.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Can't you just hear Dale Evans and Roy Rogers? "Hi! Good to see you. It's the most wonderful time of the year..." Bells are chiming, children are laughing in the background. It's a festive holiday scene with everyone jolly and gay. No, it's not Christmas. Even better. Travapalooza is here! Christmas has twelve days, heck, we go a full thirty-one for The Guy. Not even a month with thirty days will do, no, we need as much Travfest as we can get with the climax coming right smack-dab in the middle. March 15th. Circle it in red, boys and girls. The world stops revolving around the sun, just for a day, and all heavenly bodies change course and begin to revolve around The Guy. Defy the laws of physics? Why not? Anything is possible for The Guy.

Was that just a bit too over the top?

In a completely unrelated matter, The Infant tells me that she travelled to Cincinnati on Saturday to see Grandma H. Curly, Curly's Twin, and Grandma E. (the new one, not The Original Grandma E. - maybe we'll call her G2.0 or something) also tagged along. G2.0 was very concerned about some possible freezing rain so the trip was cut a little short. Everything went well, the trip was good, Grandma H was happy to see everyone (well everyone that matters anyway, namely, The Infant), and The Infant was still at home and in bed by 9:30. The Guy looked at several houses (outsides only) and went to a basketball game. Me, I laid at home in my bed and only got up twice to sniff the air vent - now that's what I call a productive day!

Even though the bulk of this post is an homage to The Guy, I couldn't bring myself to post his pictures. The Infant is sooo much cuter. Scratch that. It's possible I could be sent to the pound and put down for uttering such phrases in March. It's sort of like threatening the president. Just don't do it. Let's try this again...

Even though the bulk of this post is an homage to The Guy, I didn't post his pictures. Mere photographs don't do his manly beauty justice. You'll have to settle for pictures of this average looking baby instead.