You know, my doctor still hasn’t called to give me my numbers regarding my bloodwork taken during my physical on Friday. I guess I could be proactive and get them myself, but the more I deny those numbers don’t exist, the healthier I ‘ll continue to fool myself.
OtherDogGeeding is just super tolerant with BabyGeeding. She’ll crawl towards him and instead of petting him, will just grab a chunk of his fur and pull and yank while he just kind of sits there and takes it with an awkward look on his face as if to say, “The things I do for love and food around here.” However, the other day she was laying on her back with OtherDogGeeding standing next to her and I noticed that OtherDogGeeding had a really, really awkward look on his face. Upon closer examination, BabyGeeding didn’t have a chuck of his fur but had his penis firmly clasp in her fist. Poor dog, he was just taking it. I never thought I would utter the words to my daughter “Hey, let go of his penis.” There’s a first for everything I guess.
OtherDogGeeding has always slept in bed with us, but two nights this week he’s snuck off and have slept upstairs next to BabyGeeding’s crib. I’m not sure if he’s feeling protective or if it has something to do with missing DogGeeding who died at the first of the year.
oh, and hopefully Dad the only time you utter those words….!!! Loved the Valentine. It has a prominent place on my frig……
Well, at least you have a story that might scare off any of BabyGeeding's overzealous suitors.