A not-so-good first

Truman has an ear infection =/

Sad face.

I know! I already feel terrible, don't make it worse! We came home last night and I was petting him just like I always do, and he whimpered. So I looked at his ear and it was all red and stinky. Poor baby. I started looking up ear infections online and apparently a lot of people treat them at home with vinegar, alcohol, and hydrogen peroxide. Since he's never had one before, I didn't want to risk it. So Peter took him to the vet tonight (I had bunko!) and we found out it was an ear infection....$180 later he has medicine that we put on twice a day for 2 weeks!

Other than scratching and shaking his head a little more often, he seems to be feeling fine. He's doing his crazy runs around the house and constantly growling at me when he wants me to throw his lamb! Feel better, baby boy!!! We LOOOOVE you! =)

P.S.

The tree was miraculously gone when I got home from work the next day! Thank you, mysterious tree remover, for making my life just a little bit easier ;)

3 strikes and you're out?

It's true...I have cleaned up some sort of poo mess 3 times in the last 2 days. Our poor little Harry (we think it's him but have no evidence) has had all sorts of problems coming out of both ends for the last two days. Lucky for me Peter has class every night this week so I get to clean it up. Let's not forget that Truman came in from outside last night with a wad of cat poo on his head. I didn't even notice it until AFTER he rolled around all over my carpet.

Sick.

And to top it all off, when I tried to take the poo out to my trash can, I found a tree limb blocking my way. And the kind neighbors won't answer their door. So now the poo is sitting on the driveway with no way for us to get our trash out tomorrow (our one trash day a week). Ok, this probably is not making a lot of sense. It's bedtime! At least I get to sleep with the windows open tonight!

A presidential connection?

So, as you all know, Truman was named after the 33rd president (and a little bit after one of my friend's former students because I think it's just so stinkin' cute!). Well when we got Harry a year later, we decided to continue the tradition of presidential names. William Henry Harrison was the 9th president of the United States and served only 31 days in office...he died of a cold-gone-wrong. Anyhoo, as with all children, you start calling them by nicknames. So Harrison shortly became Harry. Now everyone thinks we named our dogs only after Harry Truman. I guess our next one will have to be named S! ;) Here are our little guys and their executive namesakes.

William Henry Harrison


Harrison


Harry S Truman




Truman

Too cute for words...

The List

1. Babalou's dog food

2. Ethan's McDonald's left in his bedroom much to his parents' chagrin

3. A bowl of guac left on the coffee table in the gameroom

4. The lickings of Grandpa Mike's 2nd round of potato salad

5. A waffle dropped on the floor in the hustle and bustle of a crowded kitchen

6. Delicious pieces of Grandmommy Phyllis's roast smothered in gravy (Although this one he didn't find on his own! She-who-shall-not-be-named gave her favorite grandpuppies a few treats under the table.)




Why do I even bother packing food for Truman when we go out of town?!? Naughty little guy.

And my sweet Harry ate his regular old dog food the whole weekend. But he did looooove Grandmommy's roast, as always!