An updated compilation of his teeth..

An updated compilation of his teeth..



Comes in the bathroom when I take a shower and…

Comes in the bathroom when I take a shower and then mopes. Never learns.

Went out and sat on a hill for the sunset, for…

Went out and sat on a hill for the sunset, for baby boy’s second birthday!

Cleaning floor?Hmmmmm nah, boring. Time to rol…

Cleaning floor?
Hmmmmm nah, boring. Time to roll in the middle of it.

Happy Birthday Floyd!

Happy Birthday Floyd!

Thank you!! I forgot to post an announcement today, I was too busy taking him on a fun birthday walk. Will make a post tomorrow!!


I don’t understand what it is with parents, their kids, and dogs.

Every time I go on a walk I come back with a dumb story about something I’ve seen or experienced, today was no exception.

I went through a parking lot to a dumpster and went around the perimeter to avoid a mother and her young kid. Floyd loves kids, but I don’t want him getting excited over people, kids, or dogs on walks, and his impulse control is something I’ve worked very hard on.

I went around a car and I hear that very classic scream… “DOGGY!!!”

I figured that would be it because her mom is there (maybe 45 feet away from me) talking to her friend and is paying attention to her kid.

Wrong. Next thing you know, this kid has snuck up around the car and literally jumped out at us, yelling “PUPPY”.

Thankfully Floyd is pretty unflappable about startling things like that, but this kid snuck up close enough to get bit by a more easily startled dog..

What is with people….? Surely I’m not the only one who experiences things like this regularly? I don’t even live in a populated city core, I live on the outskirts and take different routes every day.



We only use leashes because dogs can’t hold hands


Playground Fail #2

Went to a different park today. There’s a playground there that Floyd likes to climb on because it has a wobbly bridge. The “planks” on the bridge have holes to let sand through, they’re about the size of a quarter.

Floyd ran back and forth on the bridge and started SCREAMING, like I’ve never heard him scream before. I rush over and I notice he’s struggling, trying to pull his front paws back but can’t. He got one of his toes stuck in a hole and can’t get it out.

I try to get it loose but he freaks out and tries to bite my arms (surprisingly, it was just mouthing and zero pressure. Good bite inhibition!!) I get the toe loose and he’s okay. His second foot slips and he gets ANOTHER toe stuck. This time he calmed down when I held him still and talked to him, and he let me get his toe out without much of a struggle.

I get him loose and now he won’t come near me, stays like 15 feet away and sulks. I felt sooo bad, so I called him over and kissed his big cheeks and felt his feet. Still a bit sore so he cries a little, so I let him go.

He’s totally fine now, no broken toes! He’s sleeping on the floor now.

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