We Decided to Come Back

After a lot of thought, we decided to come home after our weekend in North Carolina. I could have stayed. Forever maybe. But that’s a conversation for another day.

In all honesty, after a whirlwind weekend and a 7 hour road trip North, it felt really good to be home last night. Still feels good this morning, minus the whole “have to go to work now” thing. I’ll be back soon with more pictures from our weekend that included boat rides, beach trips, barn visits, friendships and lots of Labs.

Happy Monday!

Two Can Play at That Game

They don’t call them labrador retrievers for nothin’. These two knuckle heads love to play fetch more than the Duggars’ love to have babies (ok, sorry, first metaphor that came to my head. For the record, the Duggars freak me out, I refuse to watch that show and I think it’s completely unnatural to breed your own basketball team complete with bench warmers. Moving on.). I grew up with a Jack Russell Terrior whose idea of fetching was chasing a treat across the room, so I think it’s pretty great to have dogs that get all crazy when you say, “Wanna play fetch???”

Plus, I don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking this is hilarious…

That’s right, one item to fetch and they’ll share the responsibility. It’s a rare, but proud, occasion when either one of them comes out the sole victor…

The best part about dogs that play fetch, and I think the owner of any high energy breed would agree, it’s a great way to ensure you have tired pups for the rest of the night.

Happy Friday Everyone!

*PS: If you’re wondering why their leashes are on it’s because it’s the time of year when the ticks start coming back at our favorite spot to play fetch, so now we use the yard outside our house which is closer to the road, so the leashes make it easier to grab the dogs when cars turn down the street. Safety first people!

*PSS: Sorry the action pictures are all a little blurry, my shutter speed was clearly too low and I wasn’t reviewing as I was shooting. Negative points for me. 

Pet Adoption Rules

Happy Gotcha Day Riggo! Today marks the one-year anniversary of the day we adopted Riggo! Another reminder of how quickly a year goes. I’ve shared Riggo’s homecoming story before (check it out here), so I wanted to use today as an opportunity to say how awesome pet adoption is, and how highly I endorse it. We found Riggo through The Lab Rescue of the LRCP , an amazing all-volunteer run non-profit, that rescues, fosters and places homeless, abused or abandoned Labs (and lab mixes). Each year they give around 850 dogs new and loving homes. How awesome is that?!

The passion these folks have for animals is inspiring, and my goal is to one day be in a position where Joey and I can volunteer and possibly help foster animals on their way to finding their forever home. By now you know we’re a Lab house through and through, but whatever the breed you may be interested in, please please please consider looking into a rescue group, or local shelter first. Without going all Sarah Mclachlan on you, my point is that there are so many animals in need, and through pet adoption you may just find your perfect match. We definitely did.

The Incredible Switch of Good Dog, Bad Dog

I haven’t written much about what a good puppy Riggo has been in the 3 months we’ve had him, so to sum it up he’s pretty mellow, never whines, he isn’t nippy, he isn’t destructive, he took to his crate right away and picked up potty training in record time. basically, he immediately became the Jekyll to Moose’s sock-eating, shoe-chewing, whiny, hyper Hyde. And now that you have the back story, I give you the tale of the incredible switch of Good Dog, Bad Dog.

Since Riggo has been such a good dog he has been enjoying some early perks, such as when we leave the house for short periods of time we let little Rigs out of his crate to enjoy first-floor freedom with his big brother. He seemed to be enjoying the new privilege, but last night the 5-month-old little stinker let us know in very clear terms that our move was premature.

What? Is his cuteness distracting you? The little “look at my cute flipped-ear” move throwing you off? He’s a clever one! Let me give you a closer look…

And one more just to drive this puppy home…

O yes, Riggo decided to make a snack out of the chair arms.  If the dog hair didn’t tip off our vistors, this chair now definitely screams “A YELLOW LAB LIVES HERE.”

Moose was destructive in his own way, grabbing things off the table, out of closets and off of counters. But never once, never ONCE, did he ever bother with our furniture. It should also be noted that Moose, at 2+ years old, has *mostly* outgrown his “while the parents are away, the dog will play” mentality. He finally learned that chewing random objects doesn’t lead to anything good.

So while of course I’m upset over a destroyed chair, it also makes me laugh to imagine Riggo just going to town on those wooden arms and Moose sitting back thinking, “Duuuude, you’re gonna get in sooooo much trouble.”

Moose = Good Dog. Riggo = Bad Dog. It’s a funny, mixed up world we live in.