Equals a hysterical week.
Our twin 8yo nephews visited last week while their mother and new step-father honeymooned.
We did the Denver Zoo (good stuff), the Aquarium (even better), and spent MANY hours in the pool.
Good times had by all. It took me several days to recover.
Megan did the Boulder Peak Triathlon, an Olympic-distance race, this morning.
It had us up at 3:30a and out of the house, and now we’re back, ready to turn around and take me to the airport.
I’m super proud of her, but a bit short on time. Here’s pics of the big event!
resting 2, originally uploaded by Elisa Hebert.
He’s so cute, I can hardly stand it.
Last night, we learned that Jake is not a fireworks kind of guy. He’d seen some Saturday night, and sat down to watch while we were on our evening walk (not kidding), but up close and personal was just too much for him.
He’s taken very well to being crated at night and when we leave the house, and after several hours at a party up the street, I went home last night to check on Jake, let him out to pee, and bring him back to the party. Not 2 minutes after arriving at the party, he literally dragged Megan back to the car.
The boys (I use that term to cover any male at the party under 50 with matches, fireworks, or a blowtorch (again, not kidding) in hand) had started lighting off fireworks and noisemakers in the street. Shaking all over, Jake was not a fan.
Back in the car, Jake cowered in the back seat with Megan and again dragged her along until he was safely in the house. Though it was a bit traumatic for him, I took it as a tiny victory – Jake identifies our home as a safe place. Unlike our usual walks when he strolls right by our front door, last night he made for our stoop like his life depended on it.
Safely back in his crate, we returned to the party.
And again tonight, fireworks in the neighborhood. We went out to pee and have a little walk and not 20 feet from the door, Jake decided he’d had enough. Back inside.
I took a brief break in the noise as an opportunity to take him out to finally pee a while later, but he was ever-vigilant and headed right back for the door while he was still actively peeing.
Now we’re on the couch. He’s in a ball, not thrilled with the never-ending noise outside. I can’t wait for the neighborhood kids to exhaust their fireworks supplies…
This whole having a dog thing is an exercise in learning new things.
I remember when Megan and I became friends, George had a little anal gland issue. Not being a dog person, I was appropriately repulsed by both the concept and the resulting stink.
Today is Jake’s 4th day with us, and on the 4th day, the dog began to smell like fish.
He also had a newfound interest in licking his ass. Now I remember Sox, my ex’s somewhat evil cat, liked to lick her own ass, and have observed this in other cats. But dogs? I’d only seen them sniff each other’s asses. Never their own.
Look at me, learning new things.
So I called Megan, who told me it was normal and that she was busy working and couldn’t talk to me about Jake’s ass issues.
So I turned to Google. I mean, who do you ask, if you can’t ask your partner? That’s right, Google.
Google told me it is normal and that I might want to express his glands (not gonna happen, ever.)
In the amount of time it has taken me to write this on my iPad (I’m still not that great with the typing on this thing) Jake has ceased the ass licking and the smell is dissipating.
So, no expressing for today. I think that’s going to be solidly Megan’s job.
