the dogfathers

Oct 18, 2010

Allow Me To Introduce Myself (Part 2)

I must have stepped away from the computer for too long. Because 1) I have no idea what date it is. I rely too much entirely on the computer to tell me what date and time it is. And 2) Blogger decided to update its template for composing posts. Which is driving me bat shit crazy. But then again, I manage to now function an entire day on two hours of total sleep, so pretty much anything drives me bat shit crazy. ;-)

What I am grateful for is that the baby is not driving the dogs bat shit crazy. Even when he's proudly showing off just how awesome his lungs work. They have adjusted to the baby's presence completely. . . and Bruno's definition of "completely" is that the baby doesn't exist. No sirree! No baby here! Sure, I may be holding something small and smelly in my arms, but it doesn't exist! La la la! No baby here!

It only took Bruno about three weeks to, on his own, take one tiny sniff of the baby. And then he ran. I'm waiting to see just how long it's going to take for the next sniff.

Carmela thinks the baby is alright. She does, however, have a few complaints.

"He's kind of smelly. Especially his bottom half.

He reeks like 50% of the time.

What gives?"

"And before he starts to really stink,

he makes the weirdest faces.

See?"

"And how come he always acts drunk?

He has no coordination whatsoever."

"Are you sure he's not getting into
your liquor cabinet when you're
not looking?"

"And how come he has so little fur?

It seems to be only concentrated on the top of his head.
Is he some kind of new weird-haired breed?"

"Alright, maybe there's one good thing about him. . .

he always has cozy blankets wherever he goes.

I guess he's alright."

"But don't tell anyone I said that!"

Sep 13, 2010

Allow Me To Introduce Myself (Part 1)

Preface: Me + Newborn = Delirious from lack of sleep. All typos, muddling and discombobulation found in this post are solely the responsibility of said Newborn.

The Mafiosos think the new kid on the block is alright. It looks like the baby is a made man and his name has been permanently written in the books.

It is quite interesting for me to see how each dog is reacting to the newest member of our family. I sort of had some idea of how each dog would react based on the dog's personality. But nothing prepared me for Vinnie's reaction to the baby.

Vinnie is in love. And I mean, luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurve. He can't get enough of the baby. His tail will not stop wagging whenever the baby is in the room. He needs to be near the baby 24/7. He needs to smell the baby, kiss the baby, cuddle with the baby, sneeze on the baby...well, you get the idea.

"I think you're pretty cool too, Vinnie."

I suppose that perhaps there is an unspeakable bond between a boy and his dog. But it does start to cross the line when they start to resemble each other!

"No," instructs Vinnie.

"Ya gotta stick out your tongue a little more. . .

like this!"

I am really surprised by Vinnie's enthusiasm. I knew he'd be the dog least affected by the new addition because Vinnie is pretty darn flexible. There isn't much that bothers him or anything that he can't adjust to. But I really didn't think he'd start a new love affair with the baby.

However, on the other end of the spectrum. . .

"Oh God!" proclaims Bruno.

"It's gonna bite me, isn't it?!"