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  • June 2018
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Our Newest Improvement


Room To Run

Look at all that space!! It looks a bit drab at the moment but we’ll get on some grass and a bit of landscaping come the spring.


They are on one side, I am on the other. They are free to roam and I don’t have to worry about dislocated shoulders anymore.


Frankie is so excited! He pushes in front of you and opens the screen door himself because we humans just move way too slow for his tastes. He runs around the edges sniffing and checking things out. Hes a bit apprehensive about coming back in through the back door but we’re working on it.


Sport is not quite so enthusiastic. This is him refusing to look at me this morning.

And Again

He’s hautily ignoring my kissy noises and whistles to attention here. Can you feel his displeasure as well?

You see, Sport and I had an agreement. He asked little of me and in return I asked little of him. He didn’t mind that his only time outside in freezing or burning weather was the 30 seconds it took him to pee. It worked, I could only stand the temps for that long anyway. He sleeps on our heating and air conditioning vent, he has luxury to return to.

This fence is a violation of our agreement. While I sit happily on my couch with my slippered feet up, Sport is forced outside with his annoying baby brother who just wants to play.

While Franklin bounces and leaps from end to end, Sport pranced out with his nose high in the air to the furthest corner and parks it. He wouldn’t even budge when we called him from inside the fence. He’s pissed.

This morning Paul got up, let them out to run and left them out while he showered. Sport was not impressed. He barked once and I opted to ignore it, trying to let him self soothe. I watched out the window for a bit. Sport in the corner, Franklin bouncing happily along. Figuring they were fine I went back to bed for my extra 15 minutes. No, Sport thought otherwise and started barking non stop. At what, I don’t know, but it was only 6:45 and our first morning with the fence so I was worried about the neighbors as I flew downstairs to let them in.

He didn’t run to the door that I help open with freezing bare feet. He walked slowly, looking at me the entire time. As if to say, “Bitch you left me out here. To deal with not only the cold but that overly chipper daft Franklin. This isn’t over.”

We have some work to do! I have hope that Sport will get used to it and Franklin will continue to enjoy it. As usual I have some apprehensions to let go of too. We’ll get there, Sport and I.

Check out The Growing Gibsons if you are interested in whats happening with our pregnancy and our growing little Squish, Riley!


Meet Franklin!

This is Franklin.

He is not my perfect canine match.

I let him stay because as the picture clearly shows he’s to die for loving and cute. He’s also as dumb as the picture shows.

No, for real. This dog could get lost in our house.

Like I said though he’s cute and pitiful and its impossible not to love him. Even though we are oil and water.

I think it’s mostly because Franklin and I have yet to heal from our first month together. He was finding his way and place in our family and I was losing belongings. Those belongings were a fabulous reclining couch, a blackberry, a few chargers, a few corners on our area rug and runner, a welcome mat (or 2), multiple shoes, the corner of a WALL, a blanket, a dog bed and I’m sure a few other things I have forgotten. I will never forget the 2lbs of blue M&M’s newly purchased for our wedding favors that he nabbed off the counter one day. Or the wedding invite responses he ate.

We tried to crate him, he chewed the front of the crate off in 30 minutes. It was metal, no lie. We tried to baby gate him, he would simply charge the gate until it fell and he was released from whatever room he was trapped in. That night I just stared at him for hours. This creature was unreal. He was 60lbs of solid determined muscle. I am 200lbs of pissed off dog owner. We clash.

In the last year Frank has turned around and calmed a bit. Him and I have an agreement. It’s taken quite awhile to get there but we have worked it out. Maybe its fear, whatever, it works. He jumps on everyone who walks in the door, it drives me insane. Paul allowed it an is now trying to break the habit. I’m not as nice as Paul. Frank stays on the carpet until I pick up the leash.

Sadly most of Franks issues needed to be dealt with by us changing our ways. Our dining room chairs get laid on the couches, trash cans get lids that close right away, closet doors get closed and NOTHING gets left within this dogs reach. I belive we have had our current dog bed for about 6 months or so, which is a record for Frank.

His episodes are becoming more and more sporadic but that also means we have been a touch lax. Pauls work shoes were dragged from the bedroom to the living room the other day, happily without holes. He was possibly just trying to point out our lack of diligence and what “could” happen.

He is possibly the best cuddle bug, not exactly a lap dog, but he tries. He also has the most pitiful face when he’s in trouble. He has a lot of groveling to do at the moment since he managed to find a black pen and chew it on our only carpet, which is now stained black.

My current dilema is Baby. What house do you know with children that doesn’t have a ton of stuff on the floor and scattered through the house? What child do you know doesn’t throw stuff on the floor? Or drop toys when something else catches the eye? I have no idea how to teach him not to eat the stuff either. He’s sneaky, you’ll never see him do it. I’m concerned.

Meet Sport


Please, meet Sport!

Sport and I have been together about 3 years, which means he’s about 4.5 years old.

Do not let the picture fool you. This is what the adoption agency used as his, “Please come save me now” picture. It worked. I ran and I squeezed him and loved him and crinkled his itty bitty face. Then he walked away. Then his hair grew.

Sports hair is about 3x puffier and 2x longer and the poor thing is a hot mess. He also is the most independent dog in the world.

He uses us. Sure he wants a scratch at some point almost every day but it’s more about us helping him get an area he cannot reach. He uses us for food and water but I think that’s just because he’s lazy. If we stopped giving it to him, he’d find it. He’s like the Bear Grylls of the dog world.

While Paul was in Boston I tried to give Sport to my dad, I felt we might have out grown each other. Dad said no. I said ok.

Seriously though, he is my perfect canine match. We live separate lives, in the same home, assisting each other when need be.

I introduce Sport today because tomorrow he goes to the vet. Our hectic crazy busy life led me to forget his rabies shot this year. While forgetting about the shot he also started something happening back near his tail that seems to itch the dickens out of him. PetSmart won’t bathe them without the shot. You DO NOT bathe this dog yourself. It’s not worth the 3 hour ordeal. He hates water. Pansy.

Since he obviously can take care of himself and has no interest in me helping with this issue he has not let us see what is going on. I also cannot stand the noise he makes when he is messing with the area so I tell him to stop. He looks at me with judgement and scorn and goes behind the couch (his ‘place’). So now he goes to the vet.

This will be at least a 3 dayer. I usually takes him about that long to forgive me for the vet. If he needs a cone he won’t forgive me until after the cone is off. I’m making Paul go this time hopefully Sport will spread the guilt between the  two of us making me feel like less of a heel.

They say dogs don’t remember, anyone who says that has never seen the look of debate in Sports eyes 2 days after a vet visit. I always wonder if he is actually going to let me keep my hand when I attach his leash.

One time he bit through an unopened shaving cream can in his ‘place’. The can obviously exploded spraying shaving cream all over the leather back of our couch, the curtains, walls and floor. I feel he choose the can with ‘contents under pressure’ because he KNEW it would cause the most damage and be the biggest bitch to clean up. I might have run out of treats that day.

Disclaimer: Sport can be a bit of an ass but he has never bitten or injured any person or dog. Even when the Golden at the dog park tried to make Sport his biotch. One of the few days Sport actually needed us!