6 Months Yesterday (except for Loala who was born in the a.m!)

Can you believe it has been 6 months (and a day- my daughter just informed me they were born on the the 25th NOT the 26th) since the puppies were born? They are all now bigger than their mother and only half-way grown! I didn't know if the other puppies were as bothersome as Bartholomeu, so I emailed everyone with one of MY BABIES and posed 2 questions to them:

1.) I LOVE MY DOG BUT HE/SHE DRIVES ME CRAZY WHEN__________.

2.) MY DOG HAS FINALLY LEARNED TO__________.

I started laughing when almost everyone said that their dog had issues with peeing in the house! More than half said they had ISSUES with the dogs getting in the GARBAGE! I feel like I am running a scientific study on twins when they are separated at birth. They both pick their noses and wipe it on their left elbow even though they have never seen one another since birth. These dogs MUST have been pre-programmed- BUT I DIDN'T DO IT! And even though they aren't peeing where their supposed too, they have all learned neat tricks like sitting, rolling over and shaking their paw...

I have something to say to each of you who got a puppy...

Caddy's mom (Snow)- Could a dog BE more spoiled? The dog throws bones, toys and water from her bowl EVERYWHERE...jumps in puddles of MUD...you give her a bath, clean up after her and the next thing you see is the DOG laying all over the plump sofa or sitting up to the table in the kitchen to eat -adopt me, please! I also hear the song, "She's a beauty" by the Tubes when I see her...

Luna's mom (Autumn)- We nicknamed this dog "THE BLUE EYED DEVIL" and it was all in fun! She has a big beautiful blue eye and she was always the first to beg, tear up paper or cry, which is how she got her nickname but you just COULDN'T figure out WHY we EVER called her THAT...which you told me more than once...which means you love her, adore her, and DEFEND her, even from my name calling -HA!- GOOOOD, I did my job well because my baby has a good home with YOU. (Personal- you could pass her off as a pitbull to keep all the boys OFF your beautiful daughter!)

Davidson's mom (Casper)- So glad I got to meet you! Not only did you get my husband's pick of the puppies but you named the dog the last part of the motorcycle company I am trying to keep him away from! Roger says, "They got my dog and they've got Harley's too, NO FAIR!" HEY EVERYBODY- these people have another Boxer too! Her name is Harley! Get it...Get it... Harley Davidson ...Get it? Oh...never mind! Hey Jaime, aren't you glad you didn't give in to YOUR HUSBAND either and name the dog BRUTIS!?

Isis mom (Harvest)- Hey! What gives! How am I supposed to put an "'s" on the end of that name? Isissss'ss??? Are you trying to confuse me? (SHORT TRIP) So glad my dog lives with you and gets in your clean bed sheets dirty! So glad she gets in your trash can too SINCE YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO SEEMS TO HAVE A DOG WHO ISN'T STILL PEEING IN THE FLOOR... Which makes me pose the following question... Who is your "BABIES DADDY"?

Dooley's mom AND dad (Pumpkin)- Sure glad my cousin Amy got us in contact or I might not be writing this blog about puppies! I seem to have a really hard time with reproduction since it took me 4 years to figure out how to have my daughter, Katherine, and about 7 or 8 days of trying to get my dog Patch to LOOSEN UP. She "DIDN'T WANT NO BOYFRIEND", but after talking to you guys and you explaining the MOOD music I needed to play for her and the toys I needed to buy from the adult bookstore... well she had puppies right away! I wonder how dogs get pregnant in the wild...Hummm, I guess there are some questions I will never have answers to. Thanks for letting me call you at 2:00am. Personal to Dooley- start paying attention to where you are going so you don't dislocate a shoulder! How are those beagles treating you...

Loala's Mom's (Loala's name was picked out seconds after birth) So glad this experience brought us a friendship too! Thanks for loaning out such a stud of a daddy (even though he kept spilling puppies everywhere...) I can't believe Loala fools my brain EVERY TIME I pull up to your house. She comes running and my first thought is, "Why is my dog Patch over here?" I ALSO want to tell everyone that I thought you'd be the FIRST to answer my questions but you were the LAST (which is why I was still up at 2:30 am writing this blog)!!! I guess it doesn't matter though since I talk to you or email you ALL THE TIME and I really know all the answers to my questions about Loala anyway... like getting in the garbage and being "HAWK BAIT" when she was little. But guys... you really need to draw the line at giving her a pacifier to suck on...IT WILL RUIN HER TEETH.

Last but not least BARTHOLOMEU. Everytime I look at him I think about how much I love him. No matter how many times I have had to pick up garbage in the yard, (and chased him with the broom) had to replace flip-flops he chewed-up, or cleaned up a gallon of pee off the kitchen floor, I still CAN NOT resist those big beautiful eyes. Would you believe I am not a BIG animal lover? Don't get me wrong... I love my dogs but BIG dogs just AREN'T my thing. I don't much care for other people's dogs (or cats, ferrets, lizards, birds, ect...) You know how some people come up to your dog when your out somewhere and pet them? THAT'S NOT ME. But these puppies have got my heart... I love them all. If something happened to any of them, it would really up-set me and even though Bartholomeu spends ALOT of time outside (because of his peeing habits) I would be in the INTENSIVE CARE UNIT if something happened to him.

Patch was in HEAT about 3 weeks ago. Yes, I thought about it. It's a big undertaking caring for puppies though. I can't stand Not taking care of them. Just like I won't let my kids leave the house with their hair not fixed nice. It has to be in a style. They HAVE to look cute (well... except for Gabriel who has the whole curly 70's thing going on). I just didn't have the energy... so now Patch and Bart will get "fixed" because their mother and son and I can't have that whole North-East Georgia brother-sister-cousin-mother-son thing going on. What do you think this blog is? Jerry Springer or Maury Povich? NOT YET...