Take Your Dog to Work Day

Today is Take Your Dog to Work Day, but since hospitals tend to frown on fur-people in the workplace (except of course if they are service or therapy dogs, and lets be honest, we’re talking about Moose and Riggo here), I decided to take the day off from work and spend it with my four-legged children. Can you tell how appreciative they are?

In all honesty, I’m off today because I’m headed to Georgia for a wedding this weekend. Originally we had planned to drive and make a little road trip out of it, but then I came to my senses and bought a plane ticket. Joey’s staying home to hold down the fort, and I’m traveling with my brothers for the first time since, most likely, some Disney vacation from 1997. I’m sure we’ll all get along better this time ūüėČ

Speaking of brothers, poor Moose can’t ever catch a break. The second he lays down for a nap, his little brother comes pouncing from around the corner. I must say though, it is pretty entertaining.

 Happy Friday! Anyone take their dog to work today?

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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.¬†

Calendar Boy: VOTE!

The Lab Rescue group we adopted¬†Riggo¬†through is holding a photo contest for their 2012 calendar — so of course I want to submit a photo of my little man. Lord knows I have enough. Thoughts on a favorite? They’ll be judged on creativity, composition, originality and visual appeal. Click on any of the photos below to scroll through larger images…

 

 

 

God Made Yellow Labs Cute For a Reason

Labs are notorious chewers. And now that I have experience raising two yellow lab puppies, I’m convinced that the reason they are so darn cute is because their survival depends on it.

Ever since I posted this you all have been asking, “What did Riggo do???” ¬†I’ll start by saying that it’s definitely the proverbial “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me,” scenario. You all remember what happened to the wooden arms of our chair when we first started leaving Riggo out of his crate (find a reminder here). Well after that incident it was back to the crate. Then as time went on, we thought we’d give it another go around.

Everything was going great. He spent all week out of the crate, and the worst thing we came home to was a moved chair and some blankets from his crate chewed up on the floor (no doubt from a game of tug-o-war). We thought we were in the clear.

Famous last thought.

After going up to New Jersey for the afternoon for my cousin’s graduation party, we came home only to find pieces of leather sofa scattered about the room. That’s right. Leather. Sofa. Lets survey the damage…

Every time I tell the story, the first question is, “How do you know it wasn’t Moose?” Well, for one, Moose has never ever, in all his chewing escapades (shoes, tupperware, books, pot holders), gone after furniture. And two, definitive confirmation came as Riggo pooped leather couch for the next couple of days. Honestly, I am fully aware of how lucky we are that we haven’t had to spend $5k on emergency surgery for either of these dogs. (Yes, I just knocked on wood, rubbed a rabbit’s foot and stuck a horseshoe in my pocket.)

The culprit and the crime scene…

Needless to say, Riggo won himself a one-way ticket back to crateland. Which is fine because, like Moose, he really does love and feel safe in his crate. We’ll try again when he turns one. And because we know that there are still no promises that when we try again, it won’t happen again, we’ve opted to cover this multitude of sins with the good ‘ol Redskins blanket…

Why do I feel like WE are the ones in the dog house?

Doggy Deception

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Don’t let the adorable, smiling face deceive you. This puppy did something bad. Very bad. And since I promised to keep you updated on the adventures of leaving him out of his crate, I know I have to tell you about it. But I’m not quite ready yet. So until then, I’ll keep looking at adorable Riggo pictures to help me remind myself why I haven’t killed him yet ūüėČ

(Oh, and if any Lab Rescue folks are reading this, that’s totallllly a joke!)

 

Redecorating Dog

Riggo is about 7 months old now, and growing bigger by the day, so¬† Joey and I decided it’s time we stop crating him when we’re gone. You all remember how well that went a few months back,¬†so we also decided we¬†need to give him a liiiittle¬†bit of freedom at at time. Cue today, Friday, when Joey doesn’t work but had to go get new tires on his car.¬†We¬†decided leaving Riggo loose with¬†Moose (ha, rhymes) for a few hours would be a good test.

Well, lets just say the chair that’s in the middle of the room in the picture above isn’t some¬†modern furniture arrangement.¬†Riggo went all HGTV on us and decided he wanted to redecorate¬†by¬†moving the chair across the room!!! How he even did that is beyond me. All I know is that when Joey called and said, “YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO BELIEVE THIS,” my immediate response was to die laughing and tell him to send me a photo asap.

Stay tuned for more…because I’m certain this won’t be the last one of us has a “WHAT THE….” moment when we get home. I swear we’re going to find Moose hog-tied to a kitchen chair one day with a note pinned to him saying something like, “Took the car. Going to see a movie with the foxy terrier two doors down. – Riggo

Proud Mama Bear

A Big Little moment last night.

My not-so-little-anymore puppy graduated puppy classs! And yes, he totally walked across the stage down the aisle at Petsmart with his tail held high and a little pep in his step. He may not have ‘nailed’ his final exam (loose-leash walking is overrated), but he made his Mama proud!

More importantly, I’m thrilled those 6 weeks are over and I can get back into my Monday night spin class routine ūüėČ

Look at my smiling graduate!

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.