You Hognose Snake You

After a week of observing the boys play wrestling, I have come to the conclusion that Max is a Hognose Snake. Not in the sense that we sometimes (ok, often times) call men snakes, but because of the fact that he hisses when he and Toby wrestle.  I wasn't sure which end the noise was coming from at first because Max has a habit of tooting his horn on a regular basis.  And from what I've been told, he doesn't just toot, he can easily clear a room. This is one of the reasons I am thankful for not being able to smell.  I'm sure there will be more reasons the more I get to know Max, but for now I count my blessings. After intense observation I came to the conclusion that it was coming from the northern end. Thank goodness - for Toby's sake. 

Sit Ubu. Sit. Good dog.

Too bad their names are not Ubu.

Toby's 1st Birthday!

So, Toby turned one yesterday!  Yay! No more whining and chewing up shoes or not coming when you say "come".  That's the way it should be, right? Wrong!  He's got a few more years to go.  Sigh.  Is this what it will be like with kids - real kids??

Singing Happy Birthday to Toby

I think he likes it - steamed rice with hamburger and a little bit of Pedigree.  Don't worry, Max got his own bowl of doggy heaven.

Can I just say that crotch sniffing is only cute the first time around. After a while it tends to give you a complex.

In the Beginning . . .

Let me begin by giving you a little background information on the boys. We've had Toby for almost a year now. He is still in puppy mode and must have your full attention at all times. This was cute and adorable for let's say the first 8 months. But when he became as long as I am tall and gave me more bruises than kisses, we decided that it was time to get him a play buddy. So, 4 days and 6 hours ago we adopted Max, a 7 year old doberman, from the local Doberman Rescue. So not only do we have one child (by child I mean dog), we have two - three if you count the hubby (shhhh . . .). If you enjoy man's best friend and find their behavior even mildly entertaining, you may just laugh at Toby and Max.

Stuff we say to our dogs

Hey, stop biting his ears! If he bites you back I won't help you.

You have your bone and he has his. So stop taking each others!!

Go tell your daddy that mommy wants some cookies and that he should bake them for her.

Toby, they call it a laptop, not a nosetop. So your nose needs to go somewhere else.