Dumbest. Dog. Ever.

Otis. No, he's not snarling at anything, he just has a funky underbite!

Molly. I am sure she is standing there trying to find something to destroy.

I have two dogs. They are a cross between a shih-tsu and a weiner dog (a shweenie, I learned through the awesomeness that is google). They are brother and sister. Their given names are Molly and Otis. However, they go by many other names as well: the Moron Twins, Dweedle-dee and Tweedle-Duh, Dumb and Dumber, you get the idea. Well, last night (this morning actually) at 3:30, Molly decided to start whining to get out of her room. They are gated into the laundry room at night, we do not trust them to run wild in the house unsupervised. I have made that mistake and woken up to dirty diapers and other goodies strewn about the place. But I digress. So at 3:30 I am laying in my bed yelling shut up, because let's be honest, nice ends at midnight! Molly kept up her frantic whining and scratching, so I figured the poor thing had to go outside to do her business. So I let her out. As I lifted her over the gate, I looked at her brother and said, "You just lay there and stay quiet if you want to live to see another sunrise." Or something along those lines, a naughty word may have been thrown in. He, being the more intelligent of the two, laid his head in his paws and decided to wait patiently for his annoying sister. So I out Molly outside thinking this will be fairly quick, as it was 8'. She took off barking at some imaginary threat! Oh, I have never wanted to harm an animal as much as I did early this morning, standing on my freeszing cold porch BAREFOOT, screaming as quietly as I could (didn't want to wake the kiddo) for her to get back here right now! I finally shut the door and turned off the porch light, fully intending to make Molly sleep in the cold. I lay down and the guilt struck. I knew if I left Molly outdoors till morning, I would wake to find a little furry popsicle on the porch. So I went and got her. She finally came in, with her tail tucked right under her legs! Oh yes, she knew she was in trouble. I think she learned her lesson though, when the sun finally rose, she waited for me to feed her and let her out, rather than scratch and whine incessantly at the gate.

It's days like this when I really can't remember why I wanted dogs so badly? But that is another story, another post.

Goodbye October, Hello November!

My dogs have decided to stay on their own time, rather than roll back with the clocks. Which meant that this morning, they were frantically scratching the baby gate that holds them prisoner during the night at 6:50. Did you get that? They woke me up BEFORE 7:00. I very calmly explained how rude their behavior was while I dished up the food. I don't think they listened to me though. Once outside, Molly stood very close to my window and barked at who knows what until I finally gave up and got out of bed for good. Rude isn't she?

So today will be my first visit to The Gym as a bona fide member. I am a little wary, as it has been over four years since I last set foot in a gym to actually exercise. I have an orientation with a trainer, whatever that means. I am pretty sure he will try to kill me, all the while telling me it's for my own good. You see, I have had a trainer before, and they are a special brand of evil. After the murderous attempts, he will ask me if I want to meet with him REGULARLY and pay money for it! No thank you, I can torture myself just fine for free!

Trick-or-Treating was a blast! Brody wanted to eat his candy right after he got it, and trying to explain the "rules" of Halloween to a toddler didn't go over too well. Mke and I finally gave him a tootsie pop and he rode on dad's shoulder's while mom looked like a nut going up to the houses (luckily we were with my nieces so I didn't look too ridiculous!). I got some very cute pictures of all the kids and then went and left my camera at my brother's house. I am sure this will result in some inappropriate pictures since my brother is forever 12 years old in spirit!