Monday, April 16, 2012

That's an Awful Lot of Poop

We've had Bea almost a year now, which is logically why our year supply of poop bags is almost done. We remembered just how many hundreds of bags we had in that year supply, and the thought we had was "my god, that's an awful lot of poop."

Just saying.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Bea Doesn’t Know

I’m writing this on a flight from Norfolk to New York, returning home after attending a friend’s wedding. We have only been away for about 40 hours, but we’re really looking forward to seeing Bea.

Jacob, Jenna, and Bea’s girlfriend Leah have been keeping her company this weekend. We know that’s not going to be able to happen too many more times, as Jenna is about to have a baby. And let’s be honest, Bea would eat that baby. (Bea, if you’re reading this, don’t eat babies).

Bea loves playing with Leah, so she was very unsuspecting when I brought her over to Leah’s on Friday night. But then when I left, she was incredibly confused. The difference in a child’s sleep over and a dog’s sleep over is cognizance of what the hell is happening.

There was never a moment where we could explain that we’re just going to Virginia for 2 days and we’ll be back around noon on Sunday. Just a feeling of abandonment, followed 40 hours later by a feeling of overwhelming surprise.

While I’d love for Bea to know that she’s safe and we’ll be home soon, I admit, I’m very much looking forward to Bea’s “happy to see you” butt dance. It’s really become one of my favorite things.

Monday, April 9, 2012

A Dog Named Kevin

When we tell people Bea's name, they either get it or they are very confused. Today, a woman couldn't understand why her name would have "Arthur" in it if she was female. I said "Well, she's kind of mannish." Crickets.

I began thinking about what the funniest name would be for a dog, and I've decided it's "Kevin." There are dogs in my neighborhood named things like Jax and Magoo and Apricot and other things that you'd never name a human being unless you were famous. But there aren't any named for some guy in your office.

I just imagine a ridiculous looking pug waddling through a dog park and saying, "This is my dog, Kevin."

Maybe Sara and I are strange. But we've been laughing for the last 10 minutes.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Mean Girls

This morning we took Bea to the dog park to do her thing - which is what we do most mornings. Usually she has it all to herself, and the neighborhood was especially quiet due to Good Friday and Passover. But why is this morning different from all other mornings?

A dog and her owner came in to the park while Bea was already there. When they got into that little submarine airlock entrance part, Sara atypically suggested that our two dogs meet through the fence first. The owner agreed, and the other dog went absolutely nuts and tried to eat Bea through the fence. Bea, being the street tough that she is, tried the same. Thankfully the fence prevented any damage, as Bea was the size of this dog's paw.

As the other owner left, Sara explained that she'd suggested the fence meet & greet because she'd seen this dog before - and this dog doesn't like other female dogs. Sara also said that's fairly common. I thought back to high school, and I agree.

The good news is that after the incident, Bea pooped almost immediately. I don't know if it was the stress, the fact that we helped with her battle, something else, or coincidence. But a quick poop is always appreciated.