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Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Breakneck Speed.....


Pucker and I went for a walk, at a pace best described as breakneck.

I trotted, she nearly broke her neck trying to go in the opposite direction. Alas, she did realize (faster than I expected, quite frankly) that I was leading, not following. She did quite well, trotting along beside me, chest heaving, tongue lolling (did I mention, it's near 60 degrees? so clearly, not that hot) stopping only about a dozen times to mark over someone else's territory.

Or, she was faking it, just to catch her breath.

I realize we've taken shorter walks, more along the lines of strolls, where she has had ample opportunity to take the lead - and, sadly, has - as it's a challenge to steer a stroller, balance the never empty Glass of Shaved Ice (a necessity in this house) while re-instructing Stupid to heel. Nearly impossible, though, I've been told, quite amusing to witness.

I don't think it's that funny, ps.

She's jealous of the baby. I understand that. I applaud her method of acting out, since it does not involve biting, scratching, injuring or eating GiGi in any capacity, even when GiGi grabbed a handful of her lip and whiskers, refusing to let go. Instead, she's taken to (brace yourself) Diaper Diving.

Not just dirty ones either. Clean diapers. Diapers pilfered from any diaper bag lying around (or perched up on a sofa, supposedly out of her reach) even the box the diapers came in. She eats them. Not the exterior part, or the tabs, but the weird sucky-uppy-gel stuff that lies beneath the Comfort Layer. This, should you be interested to note, creates a unique texture upon reappearance, as it soaks up fluid, expands, and ends up a good deal of the time as Surprise Poop.

Evidently, she blames me for bringing home that attention sucking miniature screeching beast, as she has gotten back into the sink, to taste my underpinnings. And, you know, her old habits....eat the center out of them. I hate that.

I'd like to know why she doesn't go after J's things. It's not as though I am solely responsible for bringing a baby home. J's underpinnings are on the blasted floor for heaven's sake, (hmm...not entirely sure how they got out of the basket....details details) whereas to reach mine requires a balancing act that had I not seen it in person, I would never believe she could pull off. At her weight, "nimble" isn't an adjective I'd reach for to describe her overall balancing abilities.

Nope. Only my clothing ends up in places I'd never leave it: her crate, under the dining room table, under the sheets on the bed.

So tonight, I took my "first" baby girl for some Just Her and Mommy Time. Time well spent, if you ask me. I left Screech at home with Daddy, Pucker and I had not only a decent walk, but a lovely chit-chat about how she would be in really big trouble if she kept up her current unacceptable behavior. Diaper eating is gross. More importantly, they're expensive, and the more she eats of them, the more I have to buy, the less money I will be able to funnel into fabulously expensive tough to destroy toys for her. I could afford to take her to Doggie Daycare more often. That kind of got her attention. But a moth flew by, and all inroads I was making into her thick skull evaporated.

I know.

I should get up in the morning, early, with J and the kids, take her for a nice long walk, GiGi in the stroller, to get our day started. Except, I kind of have issues with that.

1. I do not like birds. They are the only ones up at that hour, they're so freaking happy to be alive, and chirping all about it, it's quite annoying.

2. I am not a morning person by nature, and really, should we be fighting Mother Nature? Yeah, I didn't think so either.

3. I'm really intimidated by all the other folks around here who hop out of bed, don some fancy jogging togs, hit the road, and do a quick 5K before breakfast. For the record, it's not that I don't have the right clothes - I totally could, but then I'd actually have to wear them for their intended purpose.

4. (this is a really good one): Pucker is not a morning person either. Especially on Saturday or Sunday mornings. THIS is an attribute I am greatly fond of, and would hate to break by some ridiculous need to (gasp) exercise first thing in the morning. She would come to expect that.

I'm positive I don't want to set the bar that high.

Rather round robin, we've come: I'll walk her at night, escaping Ms. Screech Til The Cows Come Home (which will take a long time, as we don't have cows) at a lovely pace. If she continues to eat my underpinnings, she won't have to worry about breaking her neck yanking on the leash in the opposite direction.

I'll break it for her.





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