Friday, October 21, 2011

So Not Ready

If you follow me on Twitter, then you know we recently adopted another dog.  We named her Zona.  She's a rottweiler that was formerly used as a breeder but will be living the rest of her days in our home as a member of our family!  She is such a sweetheart (honestly, she is one of the sweetest dogs I've ever come across).  In fact, if she wasn't such a docile sweetie, we would not have been able to keep her, because Winston (our other adopted dog of 5 years) is a little neurotic...he needs a sweet, submissive, calm dog to balance him out.  They really are a perfect pair.  She brings out a fun playful side of him that we don't see often (because he has a friend to play with) and he is helping to show her the ropes of being an indoor dog and member of a family! 

I bring up the fact that she's a sweetheart, because she's not the brightest crayon in the box.  Sweet - yes, smart - not so much.  That might sound mean, but it's kinda true.  If she were a person you'd say "It's a good thing you're pretty." ;)

She is just a reminder that we are so not ready to have human babies.  Not only are two large dogs (Zona is 60lbs and Winston is 75lbs) a lot of work, but she gets into everything.   

On Wednesday we caught her eating glass.  Yes, glass.  Not grass...GLASS!  We broke a bottle on our tile floor over the weekend.  When glass shatters it travels...far!  I thought I got it all after mopping and sweeping, but she managed to find a rather large piece and proceeded to chew on the piece until we took it from her.  Thankfully she didn't cut herself...but glass?  Really?

Thursday afternoon she walked through the screen door...twice.  The first time she ran straight into it after I opened the glass door (thank goodness she waited until I opened that one), then ran right through it.  The next time she poked her head through the bottom corner until the wheels came off the track then proceeded to walk through it until the entire door fell off...again.

Then later that night, she managed to get herself all tangled up in speaker wires.  I'm not even sure how she did that.  They are wrapped around the base of the speaker and tucked under the sofa so there are no lose wires.  I think she gets into things just to see if we'll notice.  

I'm pretty sure if I brought a kid into the ER for chewing glass, splitting his head open on a door, or strangling himself on wires I'd be taken out of the running for "mom of the year award".  So, for now, it's a pleasant reminder to enjoy this stage of our lives for at least a few more years, because I'm so not ready for the next stage.

Winston (left) and Zona (right)

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