Feb. 15th: Take 2.

One more Valentine's weekend photo to appease the masses...

Happy February 15th (or the day after Valentine's Day)

I hate change. Curly and The Guy need to pick a routine and stick to it. It all started on Monday when The Guy slept in the living room and The Infant and Curly slept in my room. I can't have Humans scattered around the house like this. I have to keep moving between both rooms checking on everyone and I don't get much sleep. I couldn't decide where to go, so I settled on sleeping in the "closet" room. This happened on both Monday and Tuesday. On Wednesday Curly turned off all of the lights then took The Infant and left. They didn't return until Friday evening. The Guy stopped in a few times to give me treats and food, but he wouldn't turn the lights on, either. Then, on Friday instead of everyone being back in their own rooms, all of the Humans slept in my room. Curly slept in my bed, The Infant slept in her swing, and The Guy slept beside The Infant on the floor. I'm not sure where I ended up. Then last night all of us slept in my bed. Curly and The Guy resumed their usual positions, The Infant slept in her bouncy seat between them, and I slept in my typical spot at the foot of the bed guarding the door. That was much better than the rest of the week - heck it was much better than the usual arrangement because I didn't have to go check on The Infant in a separate room.

The Infant tells me she had plans to dress as Cupid, with wings and a tiny bow and arrow, but alas, it was not to be. Sigh. The Infant didn't feel well and she spent the day with Skinny and The Voice. You'll have to settle for these Valentine's Day pictures instead. They still feature her dressed in festive attire. Stay tuned for President's Day.

Note: The blue jeans featured on The Infant in both photos are The Guy's first pair of jeans!

Go Herd.

From what I can gather, The Infant made her first trip to H-town on Saturday. The MU athletic department was having a sale of some used and some new clothing/uniforms. With the nice weather it was the perfect time for her to visit Marshall and the stadium. The Guy and Curly left around 9:30 (but didn't make it out of Charleston until after 10:00 because of truck trouble) and got to the parking lot around 11:00. The Infant had to eat so it was about 11:20 by the time they made it inside to the sale. There was not much left. That may be an understatement. People were lined up at 6:45 to get inside. Curly and The Guy did walk away with a few items (most notably a new pair of FootJoys for Curly) but nothing spectacular.

The Infant seemed to enjoy the trip. It was also her first time out in public in her Baby Bjorn and she really enjoyed being able to see everything. Come to think of it, it was really the first time that she was outside for an extended period.

Maybe Marshall will be her home in about 17 years (but I don't think Curly would mind if it were Harvard, Yale, Princeton, or Stanford. The Guy might have a problem with that, though).

The End of an Era

When Curly, Curly's Twin, and the two Tall Skinny Girls came to steal me away from my first home (long story for another day), the first place I went was the "Rug Room." The above picture isn't the first time I was there, but it was a long time ago. I've spent alot of time outside of Hopkins Rug Service and I'm very sorry to see it close; it was always full of such wonderful smells! It was legendary for all of the dogs in DuPont City. Just walking by was intoxicating. My predecessor, Snowball, was a staple around there as well. Most customers enjoyed having her greet them at their cars, but a few were a little afraid of her. That I don't understand - I hear she was a great big lovable ball of fur. Apparently, I'm much better behaved than she was (yet another story for another day).

In honor of the closing of this landmark institution on Dec. 31, 2008, I have created this little video. I hope you enjoy.

I'm really going to miss that place.

So, Where Did the Infant Go?

Grandma came to the house on Tuesday to play with me (and watch The Infant). When she left on Tuesday evening, she took The Infant with her and neither of them has returned since. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. It is a lot quieter around here without The Infant, but I'm not sure that I like the quiet. Granted, I can sleep in the room with Curly and The Guy without having to go into The Infant's room, but really I need something to keep me busy. Since she's not here, I thought it would be okay to bark at the Paper Lady at 3:00am, but apparently that's frowned upon.

And, come to think of it, Curly and The Guy haven't been coming home until late and they smell like The Infant. I wonder if this is a permanent arrangement or if it's only temporary. I'll bet it has something to do with the cold temperatures. I'll let you know when she returns.

Blog Hijacking

Hey everyone. The Infant here. Chillin' in the Bumbo with GloWorm. Mom is home on a snow day, so I didn't go to Grandma's house today. I thought I'd hijack Bull's blog for a few minutes and let everyone know what's been going on.

First, I didn't really appreciate the New Year's Day picture that Bull posted. How embarrassing. To be seen in only a diaper. And posed in such a cliche manner. What was I thinking? I guess I had just a little too much formula the night before at the party at Aunt Caroline's new house. It was BYOB (Bring Your Own Bottle).

And no, I don't smell like turkey (or any other dog treat, for that matter), but Mom does think I smell like raisins sometimes.

I went to the doctor yesterday, had some shots (won't be catching polio anytime soon. What a relief.), and had the official 2 month (and 8 day) weigh-in. I whopping 11 pounds 6 ounces and 24.25 inches. I'm over two feet tall! Almost as tall as my Grandma. That is in the 75th percentile for weight. You might think that means I'm chubby, but you would be wrong! I'm in the 90th percentile for height. Where I get that, we'll never know.

I've gotta go now. I'm going to act like I'm going to sleep so Mom will start doing something and then I'm going to start crying so she'll come get me.

Happy New Year (Part II)