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A Window Into Our Life

Thursday night on the couch, watching Chopped (Episode 225 - All-Burger Meal).

Dessert Basket

  • hamburger buns
  • chocolate peanut clusters
  • shaved coconut
  • sesame seeds

Me to Heather, mockingly predicting what the annoying male contestant is going to make: “Derrrrrp. Yeah I’m going to make a Bread Pudding Burger!

Audio from the TV: “I’m going to make a Bread Pudding Burger.

Me to the TV: I told you! Goddammit! You’re so predictable!

Me to HeatherIf the next girl makes French Toast, I’m going to kill someone tonight!

Me, mockingly predicting to the TV what the respectable female contestant will make: “I’m going to make Coconut Ice Cream and a Hamburger Bun French Toast!

Audio from the TV: “I’m going to prepare a Shaved Coconut Ice Cream and Hamburger Bun French Toast.

Heather, terrified and jumping away from me: “Oh!My!God! BB! WHO ARE YOU GOING TO KILL?!

Both of us: *uncontrollable laughter*

Dogs, man.

  • Sleep. We need it. We haven’t gotten any sustained sleep since we brought her home. Human babies are easy because you can just leave them in their crib and let them cry and put in ear plugs so you don’t hear their shrieks, but big ass puppies don’t just cry, they whack you in your face and crotch with their giant Fritos paws, and they jump on the bed, and they don’t leave you alone until you take them outside at 2am so they can squat for 3 seconds and let out ketchup packet’s worth of pee before refusing to come back inside. Rinse and repeat several times a night.
  • Poop. She makes it. A lot of it.
  • Name. She has one. We through a few options around for a day. Buzz… Cosmo… We really liked Poe, but decided it sounded too much like “No” and that would just cause confusion and problems moving forward. We wanted something that began with a hard consonant sound to quickly grab her attention. We settled on Dana, or Special Agent Dana Scully, for short.
  • Energy. She has it. All of it. We give her a good workout every morning in the backyard before we crate her while we are at work. I’ve been going home for lunch all week to let her out and let her run around for another 20 minutes before crating her again until ~5pm. Then every evening we spend time walking and running and fetching, all in the hopes of expending enough energy that she will maybe, just maybe, oh for the sweet love of all that is holy, sleep through the night. So far it doesn’t seem like we’re doing enough because she’s rambunctious and constantly wanting to wrestle, no matter the hour of day. We’re investigating ways to keep her brain working while she’s crated (already have a Kong that we stuff w/ some pb), and we are open to advice/suggestions.
  • Love. We share it. Oh yes. So much love.