Dear Brooklyn Springsteen Walsh,
You are 1 today!!! You have brought so much joy into our lives–we never thought that we would love you so much. Thank you for teaching us a lot about patience, parental worry and responsibility. You are snugly, high energy, and occasionally smelly…the perfect fit for our family.
Thank you for being our furry girl,
Love your parents
The most common piece of advice I receive lately is to sleep as much as I can right now. In theory this is lovely advice, however my body and mind do not seem to heed said advice. Sometimes they are willing to listen, but it seems as though everything works against me. Last night I was SO tired. I crawled into bed before 10 and fell right asleep. Garret and Brooklyn came to bed a bit later but I didn’t even notice.
Both G and B are not quiet sleepers–they snore, G talks sometimes and they both toss about. I have Mum ears already so I tend to wake up whenever they are rustling about and I cant fall back asleep. Last night they were snoring in tandem around 230 and I just lay there trying to drown them out with pillows and get back to sleep. After half an hour of plotting both their deaths, I decided to head to the couch instead. I just got all set up and cozy on the couch when I heard the humidifier beeping in the basement—wouldn’t be able to sleep through that so I went downstairs to unplug. By the time I got back to the living room, Miss Brooklyn was waiting at the top of the stairs with her tail and whole bum wagging just SO excited to see that one of her people was awake. Despite me pleading for her to go upstairs to sleep with her Dad, she crawled into my lovely quiet couch bed with me. (Clearly not grasping that she was the one I was trying to escape upstairs) I realized that I hadn’t turned off the light so had to get back out of bed…upon my return trip I kicked the coffee table and felt like my baby toe exploded. Pregnancy/tired/hurt rage overtook me and I felt like screaming and throwing something heavy. Rational self somehow shone through and I got back into the couch only to find that B had taken up residence curled up on my pillow. I managed to move her down so I had some space and miraculously she stopped snoring and I got back to sleep. Until 6am when she nudged me awake just before the alarm went off to inform me she was ready for her morning walk. Tonight I am locking her upstairs with Garret and staking claim to the entire couch for myself.
Have you heard the “some days you are the bug, some days you are the windshield” analogy? Well yesterday it felt like I was having a bug kind of day. Nothing that a good nights sleep last night didn’t fix, but STILL….bad days on Mondays just really suck.
The beginning of my spiral technically started on Saturday when we took Brooklyn into the vet for a check up. What I thought was going to be something really quick and low keyish turned into the vet explaining to me how our sweet babe needs dental work. Now…once upon a time Garret needed dental work and we pretty much made him suck it up for 6 months until we had benefits, but for some reason neither of us feel this is a viable option for our girl. I was explaining the issue to our friend Emma who reminded me of a Simpson’s episode complete with a photo:
This is pretty much exactly how the vet explained it. The downhill spiral kicked into effect yesterday afternoon when the quote for the dental work came through. And so Miss Brooklyn inherits a new nickname to add to the list “Money Pit” Good thing she is so flipping cute
Well…at least I don’t need orthodontics!
We attempted to keep Miss. Brooklyn on the chill side this weekend but that is nearly impossible as she is all like “yay run, jump, play, leap about” and not so much “let’s just chill out and watch a movie” So just to keep a further eye on her, G took her to work again today. G made her a fort in the back of the truck and she is chilling out back there and when he goes on job sites he takes her out for a pee and a snuggle. There is WAY less snuggling happening at my work today. boo. I whined about not getting mid day family time so G sent me a pic:
my handsome hubs and our sweet furry girl
It’s almost as good as all being together!
Not too thrilled with the cone
“Did you say we were swinging by the pet store”?
I guess I can just chill in the car for a while….
Woohoo I get to see where my Dad works!
Our sweet babe made it through her spaying fine and dandy. She is a bit off but on the whole back to her normal self. Being the paranoid worrisome people that we are, we didn’t really want to leave her home alone. So we did what any normal dog owner would do…we packed her up and sent her to work with her Dad. G and I are both pretty lucky that we work with a lot of dog lovers and both our jobs would be understanding (understanding of us being insane pet owners I guess…) So he has her sitting under his desk today and I am jealous as anything. While she is clearly fine and good to be on her own, we are just liking snuggling her extra close and spending some time with her while she heals. Tonight we have big plans for a couch cuddlefest and finally watching The Hobbit. It is our plan to make the dog a big of a nerd as me…next up? A Harry Potter Marathon. She looks a bit like Dobby so I think she will enjoy. Hey…remember when my blog was about our house? And now it’s just about our dog? Be forewarned soon it will just be about our baby.
Garret and I have been thinking we should start a new blog. We would call it “Things we have pulled out of our dog’s mouth”. It is an ongoing battle lately with this one, who will disregard all toys on the floor and attempt to make off with anything else she can find. She has also learned to jump up on our ottoman so all of that is fair game as well.
Items recently retrieved include:
* Apple TV Remote
*Clumps of my hair…apparently there are tumbleweeds of the stuff throughout our house…I swear we vacuum
*Any shoe possible
*Random hunks of wood (still unsure where these come from?!) Definitely blaming G for he brings the construction material into the house
*Brick particles (from the wall G is working on)
*bits of plastic
* A knife with peanut butter on it that I carelessly left on a plate on the ottoman
*Labels from the bottom of our kitchen chairs…she seems to take great joy in ripping them off the bottom of the seat and tearing them to shreds on the carpet
*ANY stick she can find outside
*A (thankfully empty) poop bag
*mouthfuls of green fluff she pulls off her tennis balls
I am sure over the time we own her this list will be greatly added to. Her favourite thing to grab happens to be G’s favourite shoes. She always looks so proud of herself as she prances over to us with one hanging out of her mouth. We have been putting them on the top shelf of the shoe tray but that girl is determined.