K’s new toy and the pug that is afraid of it…

K brought home a Roomba sweeper the other day.  He thought it would be helpful to run it while I was in my office working and that thing could sweep the living room, hallways, and kitchen.

He was so excited for this new “toy.”  I wasn’t quite sold on the thing.

It was frustrating because it doesn’t have a set path it takes.  It doesn’t go around the perimeter and memorize the room.  It just sort of goes and when it bumps into something, it redirects.  Well, if you are not watching it, that’s fine.  However, it will drive you mad if you are watching it because you can see a giant clump of cat fur on the ground and the stupid thing will circle it and then go off in a different direction, never picking up the car fur.  Now, it does come back to it…eventually.

We decided to let the Roomba run while we took the pups on a walk.  I was surprised to find the living room floor spotless when we came back.  And, the nice thing is that if can fit under the couch to get all the fur that hides under there.  So, I’m feeling a little better about the thing now.

The pups, however, hate it.  So do the dog-cats.  Except for Oskar.  He could care less.  I’m guessing because he can’t really hear it.  He’ll walk right up to it, while it’s moving, and sniff it, snort on it, kick his back legs at it, and walk away.  Elvis and Uma just hide.  Uma does her deer-on-ice skit while sliding down the hall.  Elvis thinks it is going to steal his toys so he makes a mad dash to his toy basket, picks up a toy, and then runs it down the hall to the office where it is “safe.”  Then, when the coast is clear, aka – the Roomba is at least 10 feet from the toy basket, he makes another trip out there to save the next toy at risk.  Meanwhile, there is a massive toy pile collecting in the office.  Uma is rifling through it to find a “good one” and Oskar is sleeping.  Uma gives Elvis a look when he gets back, sort of like you-didn’t-get-my-favorite-toy-jerk-and-if-you-don’t-go-back-out-there-I-will-eat-you-while-you’re-sleeping.  So, Elvis, fearing for his life, runs back out there to find Uma’s favorite toy.  Which just happens to be the size of Elvis.  This was my favorite part of the day.  Watching Elvis trying to carry “dog” back to the office by the ear, dragging it on the floor, all while trying to look behind him to make sure the big, scary, noisy, monster isn’t on his tail.  Literally.

These animals are ridiculous.  I’m ridiculous because I have a post dedicated to how terrified my pug is of the vacuum.  Wow.  But, it’s entertaining.  That’s all I’ve got.

So, not only are my floors clean, but my dogs are terrified and entertaining.  I love it!

Are your dogs terrified of the vacuum?  Or anything else around your house?

We just discovered that Elvis is deathly afraid of feathers (the little ones that come out of the pillows) and straws.  Yep, drinking straws.  If you tilt the straw towards him he panics and hides.  Wow.  I’m really glad we have two other dogs to protect us from possible intruders.  Man, if burglars show up with a feather and a straw (not even a whole bag of them, just one) Elvis is going to have a heart attack.  Help.

Thanks for stopping by!

Enjoy your day,
{d&k}

Weekend Recap

Over the weekend, we ventured out into different suburbs of the Metroplex.  We went to downtown Plano and Grapevine.  We were scoping out antique stores on the hunt for my new office chair, with no such luck.  I think I need to stop looking for it and the chair will find me.  Come to me, little chair!

Anyways, we had a blast!  We went to the “older” parts of these two towns and wandered down the cobblestone streets and in and out of every shop.  We also had some really, really good food.

We noticed that every shop in Grapevine has what looks like a banker’s vault in the back and the shops have turned it into a little room with goodies in there.  Well, after noticing about 3 of these, k asks one of the shop owners if her shop was a bank at one time because of the vault.  She said that we were in Bonnie and Clyde territory and that all the shops had these vaults to hide their valuables, incase Bonnie and Clyde came through town.  How cool is that?!  You could totally picture that.  You could see the horses coming down the street, instead of cars. The horse hitching posts are still outside every shop.  It is a very cool town.  We are actually going back this weekend for their Grape Fest and wine tasting.  Yum!

So, here are the few pictures that I snapped of our outing.  Enjoy!


{d&k} in downtown Plano.


Only in Texas will you see life-size statues of farm animals. And, k has to pose with every one of them!


Antiques! No chairs though 😦


Yummy pizza. If you are ever in Plano, TX, stop by Urban Crust. It was amazing.


K found this sign and he thinks it fits him pretty well.


We went to a wine bar in Grapevine. Yes, those are wines on tap! We didn’t get any of those because they had house wine half off! Yes, please!


Downtown Grapevine.


K, skating with some statue kids. Don’t fall, k!


D found a sign that fits her to the T!


K posing with some really creepy man!


The town is getting ready for Halloween.


Again, only in Texas will you find life-size statues of animals.  K would have posed, but it was in the median and we were driving.

Well, there you have it.  That was our weekend adventure, summed up nicely with little pictures.  You’re welcome!

 

Enjoy your day,
{d&k}

Come to me, my little javelinas!

Javelina. Hav-a-lina.  A cute, little pig-like animal found in Arizona State Parks.  I’m sure they are found other places, but I spotted my first one in an Arizona State Park.  I’m in love.  They are so cute!  I heard they may be a little dangerous, but I mean, what wild animal isn’t.  That’s okay though.  I just want to pet him.  I think he may like it.

Anyways, I’ll come back to my new friend in a minute.

I just got back from my last-minute, weekend trip to Phoenix to visit T.  We had a fantastic time!  I am beginning to love cheap, last-minute trips!!  If I can find flights this cheap, I will take a trip to Phoenix every month!

Since it was raining in Phoenix on Friday, we decided to get out of the city and headed north to a state park for a hike.  Once we arrived, we grabbed a map and a brochure of the wildlife we’d possibly see along they way and set out.  I immediately started looking in the brochure for wildlife I secretly hoped we’d run across and there he was.  In the middle of the page.  Looking very handsome.  My new friend, the javelina.  Well hello there, pig-like peccary who munches on plants and bugs.  We will soon be friends.

I also spotted a bobcat, big-horned mountain sheep, gila monster, and an elk on the brochure.  I may have mentioned out loud, several times that I wanted to see all of these.  Well, maybe not the gila monster.  Ew.  Anyways, we were pulling up to the trail parking lot and as soon as we turned the corner, guess what we saw?!  Go on, guess!

That’s right…JAVELINAS!!!!!  Two of them.  Standing there.  Eating grass.  I built you up for a lot more than just eating grass, didn’t I.  Well, I thought it was very exciting.

So, T and I scream and get very worked up at their cuteness and run out of the car to take pictures.  We run right up to them, maybe about 20 feet separating us.  Then we realize that we are pretty close to wild, pig-like animals and slowly start to back up.  I wonder how fast they can run?  I’m not a very fast runner, so there is a huge chance a wild pig could outrun me.

Anyways, we get our pictures, talk to them a bit, then set off on our hike.  Then, I realize that I had asked to see a bobcat and gila monster too.  Whomever I asked must have been listening since we just saw two javelinas, so I start screaming that we don’t want to see bobcats and gila monsters.  No bobcats and gila monsters.  NO BOBCATS AND GILA MONSTERS!!

I was really hoping to see a bighorn mountain sheep.  No such luck.  They were probably at the top of the mountain, mocking all the humans below.

We enjoyed our hike the rest of the afternoon.  It was pretty hot and humid that day.  The trail itself was pretty short, but since it was so hot, we had to take a few breaks.  On our way out of the park, we stopped to see how our javelinas were doing and there was still one there, eating grass.  I decided he would be mine and I named him Javier.  Seems fitting.  It took all I had to not grab him, stuff him in the backseat, and seat belt him in.  He would make a nice pet.  Don’t you think?

 


Meet Javier.  Isn’t he cute?!


Me, taking a picture of T, taking a picture of Javier…just so you can see how close we were to a wild animal.  In the wild.  Not in a zoo.  I love it!

T – I had a great time visiting you!  Thanks for having me and I can’t wait to do it again soon.  We have so many other places to hike and explore and many, many wild animals to discover!

 

Thanks for stopping by!  And, if you ever get the chance, go to Arizona and visit Javier.  Her likes visitors!
{d&k}

 

 

 

I am going to be a horrible mom someday…

I’m awful. It’s true.  And I’m going to make an even awfuller (trust me, it’s a word) mom someday.

It never fails…I open the pantry to get out a snack (and not a Little Debbie) and a small, furry, and fiercely quick child runs in without me noticing.  Now, if it’s a cat that runs into the pantry, it could take me a few hours to realize it is missing. (I’m not that bad of a mom, cats are sneaky and mine hide almost all day, thankyouverymuch).  Today however, it was not a cat.  Instead it was a little, grumpy, old, slow-moving pug that somehow slipped right into the pantry without me noticing.  Now, give me a little credit here.  1, I have the attention span of a gnat and 2, I’m in a huge closet full of food.  Come on!?!  That’s like a mini heaven for me.  A closet that only holds food and is the perfect size for me to get into!  Eep.  Anyways, I was clearly distracted by all the lovely & colorful boxes and food choices that I didn’t see or hear Snorty sneak in.  So, I made my decision for dinner, walked out of the closet, and shut the door.  10 minutes later I decided to feed the zoo.  Now, if you’ve even been over during feeding time you know it’s chaotic.  Pugs and Umas are running around like chickens with their heads cut off, flailing legs and tails, cats are flying through the air…it’s sort of like the circus. Maybe I should charge admission to small children.  Who needs a full-time job when you have a circus in your kitchen?!  Hmmm…  But, I digress.  So, the animals are going crazy and I’m busy filling up their food dishes when I notice only 2 dogs.  I look around and see all 3 cats (sitting in a row, in descending height order, waiting for their food) and still only 2 dogs.  Oskar is missing!  I start to panic a bit because he is my grandpa dog and that dog can only move at a moderately fast pace when food is involved.  So I feed the other 2 pups and begin my search.  I’m yelling his name.  I’m yelling, “food!”  I’m running through the house, looking under beds, behind chairs.  Then panic sets in further and I start thinking that maybe he curled up in a corner and died.  How quickly my mind jumps there.  Weird.  Then I think that he shouldn’t be dead because he was just fine an hour ago.  Again, weird that that’s how my mind works.  So I’m still calling him and yelling, “food!” and nothing.  Not even a peep. I retrace my steps, looking under beds.  And nothing.  I go outside to make sure the gate wasn’t open…again, nothing.  I come inside just as k is pulling in the driveway and I’m almost in tears, getting ready to run out to him and tell him that Oskar is dead and I can’t find him (because in my mind a lost or hiding dog is obviously dead) and then I hear a little squeal.  I stop and look around.  No sign of him.  I can’t hear it again because the other 2 dogs are still flailing and yipping from their after dinner buzz, hoping that the main course is on its way and that what I just served them was only their measly little appetizer.  I shush the pups and call Oskar’s name.  I hear the tiny squeal again.  I walk into the kitchen, looking around, and then it hits me.  The.Pantry.  Dun, dun, dun.  I open the door and out flies Oskar, squealing and running straight for his food dish, never missing a beat.  Just then, k walks in and I burst out laughing.  I’m in the middle of telling him what happened and he interrupts me with, “you locked him in the pantry, didn’t you?”  Um, excuse me. I was in the middle of a story.  I was just getting to the climatic point and you ruined it. Rude.  But, he was right. I did lock him in the pantry.  Yep, that’s what I do.  I lock my furry children in the pantry.

So, after many hours of hysterically laughing over this tonight, {d&k} decided we are going to be horrible parents because our children will inevitably be locked in the pantry at some point in their lives.  Oh who am I kidding.  Once a day.  If they are lucky, they’ll be locked in there with an animal to keep them company.  Maybe I should move some food down to the lower shelf in case they get hungry.  Wow, there is a lot of planning to do before we have kids.  I have to reorganize an entire pantry to be suitable for little people.  I must add that to my to do list.

And, in case any of you were wondering – k trimmed his sideburns today.  He will not be talking to them for at least a day or two.

Thanks for stopping by!  Enjoy your day!
{d&k}