A Boy and His Mom

He knows.

The Drooler

Gibson has a new charming trait. Since we have moved into our new home, we have been trying to act more like 'leader of the pack' with the dogs. You know, let them know who rules the roost. One behavior we changed is that we do not feed them as soon as we wake up in the morning. The end result being that they no longer wake us up at 5am to feed them.

Also, when we feed them, we make them sit and wait outside the kitchen for 1-5 minutes after their food bowls have been put on the floor. Tica just sits eagerly wagging her tail until she is given the ok. Gibson on the other hand stares with such concentration at his food bowl that he begins to drool all over the floor. DG finally got it on video the other day and posted to his blog. It makes me laugh to tears. Try to ignore me prattling on in the back ground about dinner.

Gratuitous Dog Shot

He's one special dog.

Waiting for Dad Part II

Gibson and Tica are usually not allowed on this chair as they would stare out the window all day waiting for a leaf to fall so they could bark at it. Around 5pm however, I usually let them, as I like to think they are waiting for DG to get home.

Wiener Paraphernalia

This isn't even half of it. When you love something so much, it is easy for your friends and family to catch on and get you gifts. Can you ever have too much wiener paraphernalia I ask? This is unlike the one time I must have said "I like cows" when referring to drinking a glass of milk and later became inundated with all things bovine including a white toothpick holder with black spots.

This leads me to other things wiener, such as these soaps. Perhaps my favorite part is the comment by one of the buyers "There are quite a lot of level-headed people around the country who go totally crazy for this little breed of waddling wiener dogs." This sums up my feeling for Gibson and Tica.

Sweet Nothings

I love doing fun original things for Valentine's Day. I had been planning these chocolate sugar cookies for awhile after I got a weiner dog cookie cutter for Christmas and some snowflake cookie cutters a few weeks ago. I started them at 7am the minute DG left the house. It was hard not to eat all of them during the day.

The night before we made cupcakes for his office too. Those sprinkles are actually pink pigs from Intercourse, Pennsylvania.

Waiting for Dad

5pm Friday and from my desk in the office, I turned around, only to see this view of the dogs staring out the front window waiting for their dad to come home.

Right on schedule, Gibson started barking the minute he caught sight of DG on the sidewalk. It's ok to greet Dad with a bark, but I try to explain to him that during the day, he is only to bark when the mailman arrives. He is constantly crying wolf however when he sees maybe a leaf blowing across the lawn, or a squirrel climbing the tree, or a snowflake fall or absolutely nothing.

One Hot Dog

Mr. Gibson is super sexxxy in his new black Coach collar and matching leash. Yes, you read correctly. My dog accessorizes in COACH. I think this could be a new bumper sticker.

I was in Chicago this week for meetings with my new company. I couldn't be more pleased to work with such a great bunch of people. One of the perks was a great company dinner on the 9th floor of the university club. After dinner we were all given some really thoughtful gifts. The owners, knowing how much I love my dogs, got the coach collar for me, in fits of giggles. It really is priceless. It almost makes him look as if he doesn't love to run outside and eat his own poop.