Free Zoo Admission, Today Only!

Haha, I meant to MY zoo.  Yep, that’s right…I have updated photos of my zoo for you all!  I know you’ve been missing my babies so I thought I’d share some photos with you.

First of all, the zoo LOVES JR!  Oskar is known as “Officer Oskar.”  He’s always on patrol.  He will sit next to JR any chance he gets.  If we walk into a room, Oskar will sweep the perimeter to make sure there are no dangers.  He will also occasionally head butt the dog-cats just to let them know who’s in charge around the baby.  Elvis is always laying next to JR on the couch, and occasionally nuzzles up so close to her that he’s practically sitting on her head.  If she cries and we don’t get to her in time (or what Elvis thinks is time) then Elvis will run over to us and start barking, “She’s broke, she’s broke!  Fix her!  NOW!!”  Uma doesn’t really care about her, but she will lick JR every morning.  Uma usually licks JR’s back, leg or foot but sometimes she sneaks in a lick on the face.  Ew.  Especially since Uma’s breath is so bad!  The dog-cats really could care less about JR and tend to stay out of the way. Dog-cat #2 just recently started laying on my lap while I’m holding JR.  I need a bigger lap!  I’m so happy the zoo likes JR!  They’ve all been around babies and kids before and they adore them.  I wasn’t sure how they’d react to having a baby of their own, around all the time.  But, they love her and it is so sweet to watch them interact with her.










How cute is the zoo?  I love those little guys!!  Aren’t you glad zoo admission was free today?!  You’re welcome!


Stop by again soon!  I’m sure I’ll have more zoo photos for you!
Enjoy your day,


Getting the hang of this…

Hey everyone!  {d&k} are still here!  We have been pretty busy trying to get the hang of this whole parenting thing, haha.  K went back to work full-time this week, so I’ve been busy trying to get things done while Juliet sleeps.  I’ve always been really good at multi-tasking…but I must say, I’m awesome now that I only have a couple of hours to get everything done!  I love it!  I feel so productive, hehe.

Anyways, things are going really well here.  We are having a blast with our little girl, even on the little amount of sleep we get a night.  The sad part is, I’m getting more sleep now with a newborn than I did when I was pregnant.  Haha, I’ll take it!

And, if anyone is wondering…the zoo absolutely loves Juliet!  The pugs are always on “patrol” and won’t let her out of their sight.  Oskar follows me everywhere and will lay right next to me, in order to keep an eye on Juliet.  He was always very protective of me, but now, it’s ridiculous.  I’ve never seen him so alert and ready to pounce on a cat.  Elvis lays next to Juliet every chance he gets and he has stopped trying to lick her face.  I think once he realized she was staying, he didn’t feel the need to claim lick her anymore.  Uma, however, must lick some part of Juliet’s body everyday.  She loves to run into Juliet’s room, sniff her entire body, and then pick a spot to lick.  Thankfully it is usually on her leg or back and not the face.  Ew.  The cats could really care less.  Charlie, dog-cat #1, just started getting close to her.  He began nuzzling her this morning and found that he really liked to nuzzle her diaper.  The diaper was covered in black fur after that, haha.  Sebastian, dog-cat #2, occasionally will sniff her, but that’s about it.  He doesn’t mind her and will lay next to her on the couch…but that’s about it.  I’m really happy that everyone gets along and that the pups aren’t jealous.  It must be exhausting being on patrol all day, because all the zoo does is sleep.  Hah.  I’m not complaining!  It makes for a very quiet house sometimes.

I promise to keep up with the blog and share all of my new motherhood stories with you. But, not until next week…my parents come in town tonight {happy dance} and are here for the weekend!  I can’t wait.  And, this is their first time meeting Juliet!  I’m so excited for this weekend!!  I will fill you all in next week…and you know I’ll have photos!


Thanks for hanging around, even though I’ve been horrible at blogging lately.  I will be better, I promise!

Enjoy your day,

Yay, moms!

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there and to those who are about to be moms (like me)!  I hope you all had a wonderful day yesterday.

Since I am going to be a mom in a month (holy cow, time to freak out), K was super sweet and treated me to my own Mother’s Day.  He made me breakfast – pancakes and eggs – yum!  And, he got me a few new charms for my Pandora bracelet.  I can’t tell you what two of them are because they are Mini Mullan’s initials, but he did get a little teddy bear and Mini’s birthstone, assuming she’s born in June.  This was such a sweet and thoughtful gift!  Thanks, k!

We then spent the rest of the day playing with the pups at the dog park and had a horrible time trying to get Elvis out of the water.  All he wanted to do was play fetch in the pond.  We eventually had to hide his toy and he followed us around whining.  Poor thing!  And, Uma was in rare form.  She went swimming three times!  And for her, swimming is just taking a dip in the shallow end of the pond.  We are not sure she knows how to swim.  But, she did splash around and dunk her head under water!  There must be something in that pond water that makes dogs hyper because as soon as she got out she started running and trying to get other pups to chase her.  Normally at the dog park, Uma just wanders around, peeing on things and sniffing other dogs.  She was having a blast yesterday.  And now today, she is still sleeping!

How did you spend your Mother’s Day?  No matter how you spent it, I hope it was fantastic!


Enjoy your day,




Great Customer Service

Sadly, I’ve had nothing exciting to post.  We have been very boring lately.  I know!  How can {d&k} have such a boring life?  Haha.  You know what?!  Sometimes that’s okay!  I’ll take a boring life over the crazy, hectic, never-see-my-husband-or-zoo life we had back in Ohio any day.

I did want to share with you my awesome customer service experience today.  I’m a pretty independent person.  If someone asks if I need help in a store, I will almost always say no.  I especially hate those select stores where the employees pounce on you right when you walk in and won’t leave you alone.  I just want to shop in peace, thankyouverymuch.  And, now that I’m preggo and you can noticeably tell (that might be an understatement – I am HUGE), I get asked a lot more if I need help.  And, like I said, I’m independent so I always say no.  Just because I’m pregnant, doesn’t mean I need help loading grocery bags into my car.  Now, if you want to come home with me and put all my groceries away, that’s a totally different story!

But, today was different.  I had to swing by the pet store and get some dog food.  The poor zoo was down to their last few bits of kibble this morning.  Oops.  We live very close to all of the pet store chains, but Pet Supplies Plus is my favorite.  It’s small, I know where everything is, and it’s one of the only stores that carries Elvis’ dog food (because, yes, of course one of my dogs has to be on special food for his epilepsy – yes, of course one of my dogs has epilepsy).  So, I run into Pet Supplies Plus to get 2 bags of dog food.  I know where everything is so it was going to be a very quick trip.  Turns out, I was the only customer there and the employees were overly excited to see me.  I was frightened.  I thought they might not leave me alone.  One of the employees asked me if I needed help finding anything and I said that I did not and that I was just there for 2 bags of dog food.  He started walking with me and said there was no way he was going to let me lift dog food into my cart.  This time, he had a point.  They are pretty heavy bags.  So, I decided to let him help me.  He grabbed the first bag and then led me to where the next bag was.  He threw that in the cart as well.  Then he asked if I needed anything else.  I told him I was going to go look at dog bones and he said he would meet me at the cashier.  A few minutes later I wandered up to the front and he was waiting for me, like he said he would be.  I checked out and he grabbed the cart and wheeled it out to my car for me.  He then loaded the bags of dog food into the back of my car, closed the back, and walked to the front and opened my door for me.  That was so sweet!  He definitely went above and beyond and that made me happy!  I feel like he is the type of employee that would have done that for me whether I was pregnant or not.  Now, whether I would have let him is a whole other story.

So, I just thought I would share that little story with you today and to tell you that if you do not shop at Pet Supplies Plus, I highly recommend it!

I hope everyone is having a terrific week!  I do have a few more things to share with you this week.  And, I promise I will try not to let the blog get so dusty!

Thanks for stopping by!  Enjoy your day,

Well that was interesting…

We had a very interesting night last night.

I was in bed, sleeping.  K had just finished putting the pups in the kitchen (shut off by a metal baby gate) and was in the bathroom getting ready for bed.  When all of a sudden we hear a crash and then the alarm goes off.  I have never heard the alarm go off before and didn’t realize what an awful, ear-piercing noise it was.  Ow.  I sit straight up in bed and k comes running out of the bathroom saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”  He runs out to shut the alarm off.  Meanwhile, Elvis comes running back to the bedroom and hops up in bed with me, shaking, looking at me with his sad puppy eyes.  Uma is turning in circles, not sure what to do.  And, there are 2 cats cuddled next to me, unsure of what is going on.  Good to know that in the case an intruder does come into the house, this is what the animals will be doing.  That’s for being protective, zoo.

K finally gets the alarm off and I start to calm all the animals down.  Apparently, a cat was jumping over the baby gate and knocked it down, and the crash set the alarm off.  Heart.attack.  Whoa baby, stay in.

The animals were not willing to be calmed down and insisted on staying in bed with me.  K was on the phone with the alarm company and, after a few minutes, the house was finally quiet.  I got out of bed to take Elvis back to the kitchen, when Oskar starts running down the hall, finally realizing he’s “free.”  Poor thing can hardly hear anymore and I’m pretty sure he slept through all of that.  I corral Elvis and Oskar back into the kitchen and lock them up, both staring at me with sad puppy eyes.  Then, I finally get Uma to lay down.  I get into bed and of course, can’t fall sleep.  Nothing like a high-pitched squeal at midnight to wake you up.  Thanks, cats.

I’m finally in bed and cozy when I hear a bell.  Stupid cats.  They found a cat toy.  Of course, because they are now awake too and why wouldn’t they want to play?!  I hear the cat toy being batted around the hardwood floors and hit into walls for about 10 minutes.  Then, I hear dog-cat #2 running, nope galloping, down the hall with the cat toy in his mouth, jingling.  He comes into our room, by throwing his entire body into the door (nothing like a grand entrance) and jumps on the bed.  As he lands, he spits the cat toy out and it lands on my belly.  Then, he proceeds to hunt and attack it.  I throw the cat toy off and he follows.  Because now I’ve just started a ravishing game of fetch, you know, because we’re all awake and ready to play.  Lovely.  This goes on for a few minutes and he finally gets bored and lays down.  Thank you, dog-cat #2.

From now until morning, every time I move or roll over, which let’s face it is about every 3 minutes, I hear a bell.  The cat toy was still in bed with us.  I tried looking for it but no such luck.  Thankfully, dog-cat #2 was pretty exhausted and did not want to play anymore.

When I woke up this morning, I found the cat toy.  Under the covers.  By my belly.  Really cat?  How did it get there?!  This is the second time the dog-cats have brought the baby a “present.”  And, left it under the covers.  Weasels.

And, as soon as I threw the cat toy off the bed, dog-cat #2 was all over it.   Nuzzling it, like he missed it.  Stupid cat, you are the one that put it there.  You knew where it was.  And, I’m pretty sure you slept on the bed with me all night and could hear the thing jingling whenever I moved.  Ugh.

When I woke up today, I almost (*almost*) felt like that was a dream.  But no.  I did really all happen.  All of it.  Last night.  Yep.  What a fun evening.  I think I may take a nap today.  Minus the dog-cats and cat toys.


Anything exciting happen to you last night?  Let’s hope for a more peaceful evening tonight.  Fingers crossed!

Enjoy your day,


Ummm…excuse me…

But, that’s MY bed…




I know my bed is comfortable…that’s why I bought it. But, come on! It’s MY bed! I let the pups out of my sight for 1 minute and this is what happens. There are many, many more photos like this. These are just the cute ones. This is a daily occurence in the Mullan Casa. Does anyone else have pups like this?! Who wait for you to stop paying attention to them for a millisecond so they can run off to your room and cuddle up in your bed?! Weasels!

And, note Elvis’ blanket. He nestled himself into that blanket on his own. And, it wasn’t even cold in the house that day. Weirdo. Little furry weirdos.

Enjoy your day and go check your beds for pugs,

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,

Heater Hog

It’s cold here.  I mean, really cold.  For me, anyways.  I’m a baby and I do not like temperatures below 75 degrees.  Actually, that’s pushing it.  Let’s make it 80 degrees.

How did I live in Ohio for 29 years?!

So, it’s cold here.  Last night it was 33 degrees!  That’s winter coat weather, people!  What is the world coming to when Texas gets into the 30s in November?!

And, I’m stubborn.  I do not like utility bills and wasting money on heating and cooling the house.  So, I refuse to turn the heat on.  Even though, it’s a brisk 62 degrees in the house now.  So, the pups and I have locked ourselves in the office with a few hundred blankets, sweats and slippers (for me – although, Oskar would look mighty cute in slippers), and a small space heater.

The pups are cuddled up right in front of the heater and are currently not sharing with me.  Rude.

Oskar is the heater hog.  He loves this thing.  Sometimes I have to turn if off because it feels like his fur is on fire.  But he doesn’t care.  He would lay in front of that thing all day, if I let him.  Maybe that’s why we are best friends.

Oskar was laying directly in front of the heater, with about a foot between them.  Well, Elvis did not think that was fair so he sat in between Oskar and the heater.  Well, heater hog got upset and went to sit in between Elvis and the heater.  Well, at this point, the heater was touching Oskar’s fur and it started to smell like burnt pug.  Ew.  But that didn’t stop Oskar.  Heater hog.

So, I had to pull both dogs back to their little makeshift blanket bed/forts and angle the heater just right so that they could both feel the warmth and so that I could feel nothing.

The things we do for our dogs.

Meanwhile, Uma is on the other side of the room, hanging off her dog bed, tongue out, probably sweating to death.  She is a heater of her own.  She’s always hot.  She is like k.

K went to bed last night wearing shorts.  That’s it.  Shorts.

I went to bed wearing sweatpants, a t-shirt, a sweatshirt (hooded, for extra warmth), and socks and I still woke up a few times to adjust the covers and even to add another blanket.  I glanced over at k at one point and he had the covers completely off, tongue out, sweating to death.  I pulled the covered up over him and he immediately started flailing until all the covers were off again.

K and Uma.  Oskar and me.  We are weirdos.

Wish us luck today that 1, Uma doesn’t sweat to death, 2, Oskar and Elvis find a happy medium of sharing the heater and there is no more burning pug flesh/fur, and 3, that I get a little bit of heat from the heater, or Uma, or k before I freeze up and die.  Happy thoughts, people.  Happy thoughts.


Enjoy your day,

“Incident” Update

Hi everyone!

I just wanted to give a quick update on how Elvis, Uma, and my hand are doing since the “incident.”  Thanks for thinking of us all and for sending all the well wishes!  They’ve really helped!

First, Uma is doing great.  The huge bandage from her back leg is off (she actually took it off) and her wounds are almost completely healed.  She is back to running and playing in the backyard, as if nothing happened.

Elvis is doing much better.  He went to the vet today to get his stitches removed and a checkup.  The vet said everything looks great and is healing perfectly.  He still has to take it easy since he tore quite a bit of his shoulder/chest muscle.  That means, no running, jumping, and stairs.  I still carry him inside and outside since we have 2 steps there.  The vet said that since the stitches are out, he can go for short walks and start to ease back into his normal activity.  Well, the vet doesn’t know quite what Elvis’ normal activity is.  He’s a banshee, bouncing off the walls, doing spin-jumps off the couch, and practically climbing trees to get to the squirrels.  So, I’m going to continue to limit his activity until he’s no longer limping and in pain.  But, I’m just happy everything is healing well.  It will be nice to get him back to his normal self.  I hate it when my babies are in pain.

As for me, my hand is much, much better.  I have the splint off and the wound is almost healed closed.  It still hurts a little, so I’m trying not to use my ring and pinky fingers that much.  Typing is much easier without the splint on!  Haha.  I’m down to just a band-aid now and I can’t wait for the swelling and bruising to go away.

The pups are still afraid to go outside.  And, they do not like when we go out the front door.  They panic a little.  Today at the vet, Elvis barked at every dog that came into the waiting room, and he is never like that.  I feel so bad that they are afraid of dogs and going outside.  I wonder how long it will take them to forget?!

Anyways, we are all doing much better and we can’t wait until we’re back to 100%!  Thanks again for thinking of us!


Enjoy your day,



We’re still here!

{d&k} are still here!  Sorry for the lack of blog updates.  But, we did have a reason.

There was an incident.

A bad one.

Last Tuesday, {d&k} were getting ready to take the pups on a walk.  We normally go out the back door and down our driveway.  Well, this particular day, we were having a new roof put on our house so the backyard was off-limits due to roofing debris.  So, we took the pups out the front door.  We were just a few steps off the porch, the pups were sniffing our trees and bushes around the porch, when the neighbor dogs came over to say hi.  Well, these dogs get loose from their backyard on a daily basis because the neighbor won’t spend the money to have her fence properly fixed.  And, just about every other day, I end up returning the dogs to her and she has no idea they were even out.  How?  How do you not know 3 of your 6 dogs are loose (yes, I think she is a hoarder).

So, since our pups were leashed and the neighbors were not, we decided the best thing would be to let them all sniff each other instead of pulling ours away and causing a scene.  Boy were we wrong.

All of a sudden one of the neighbor dogs lunged at Uma and that’s when all hell broke loose.  I’m not even sure what happened, where the noises were coming from, what dog was attaching who.  It was awful.  And, at this point, I’ve tried to block it from my memory.

All I remember is trying to get 2 of the neighbor dogs off of Elvis.  I was kicking them, pulling their collars, but they had him in their mouths and wouldn’t drop him.  It was so terrible.  It’s painful just thinking about it.

Eventually, we were able to get Elvis free.  K spooked the dogs back to their yard.  I scooped up Elvis and the other dogs and took them inside.  There was blood everywhere!  We immediately decided that Elvis had to go to the emergency room.  So we loaded him into the car and drove as fast as we could.  I was holding him on my lap, applying pressure to the worst of the wounds (I didn’t have enough hands to cover all of them), while he whimpered.  It was awful.

Meanwhile, we had just thrown the other 2 pups in our house and left and we were worried they would be panicked over what just happened.  We called our friend to come over and check on them.  K also called the police and animal control.

Once at the emergency vet, they took Elvis in and looked him over.  After he was out of my arms, we realized I had been bit!  On my hand. Great.

The vet comes out to tell us that Elvis will need lots of stitches and they would have to sedate him to make sure he didn’t tear any muscles.  We had to leave him overnight.

Next stop, emergency room for me.  Joy.  I’m not sure if you know this or not but I am terrified of doctors and I instantly start crying.  I’m worried they are going to hurt me and I didn’t want them touching my hand.  This was traumatic.  But, I ended up only crying a little bit, mainly because I was giving my male nurse a hard time for not giving me the play-by-play of what he was doing and for spilling water all over my pants.

So, the dog bit me between my pinky and ring finger.  Ouch.  And, it turns out that they don’t give stitches for dog bites (thank God) because of all the bacteria and infection.  So, I had to have it cleaned out really good, ouch, and then bandaged up, ouch, and a splint put on to keep me from bending my pinky and ring finger to ensure the super deep cut heals.  Oh, and it is on my right hand.  I am, of course, right-handed.  Lovely.

We then had to go and get my prescription and get food.  Because at this point, it is almost 10pm and all this happened at around 6.  In the car, on our way to get food, is when it hits me.  I start crying.  I feel awful that I let that happen to us, especially little, helpless, 20 pound Elvis.

After all that we finally headed home.  I knew there was a lot of blood in the house from when I brought Elvis in before we took him to the ER vet.  Well, I was not prepared for how much blood.  It was everywhere! On the floor, on the walls, the front door, the kitchen cabinets.  Everywhere.  So, we spent the next half hour cleaning it up and disinfecting.  And then we noticed fresh blood.

Apparently Uma had been bitten also.  Our friend that stopped over to check on them while we were in the ERs (human and animal) didn’t notice any blood on Uma.  We think she was excited to see us and once she started jumping that caused her to start bleeding again.  She had a bunch of teeth marks on her back leg and the 3 worst bites we couldn’t get to stop bleeding.  We had to use a lot of band aids and keep her from licking it the whole night.

The next morning we had to go and pick up Elvis from the ER vet.  He had two wounds that needed stitches, 8 in one and 1 in the other.  He also had internal stitches because he had muscles that were torn.  The poor guy looked awful and it took everything I had in me not to cry.  He sat on my lap the whole way home and whimpered.  As soon as we got him home, K turned right back around and took Uma to the vet.  They weaseled her in and had to bandage up her leg to keep them from bleeding.  She hobbled around on it for a few days and now she’s back to racing in the backyard.  Oh, and she decided that it was time for the bandage to come off on Monday.  She didn’t need my help at all.

Elvis is doing much better now.  He’s finally finished with the 2 medications for swelling and infection.  The vet sent him home with pain meds too, and he’s still taking those.  His wounds are healing nicely and he’ll go back to the vet next week to have the stitches removed.  For now, though, he can’t be his normal, hyper self.  He has to take it easy.  Limited walking, no running, no jumping, no stairs.  He has to be crated at night and when we leave, which he hates.  I also have to carry him outside since there is a step.  We have a little system down.  I stand behind him and put my arm under his tail and he sort of falls backwards into my arms.  He gives a little growl every time, as if he’s reminding me that he has stitches.  Just a warning growl, mom.

We also had to call animal control on our neighbor’s dogs to make sure they are up to date on their shots.  I really don’t want rabies.  They are in quarantine right now and we’ll find out soon if they are up to date.  We also filed a claim with our neighbor’s insurance.  They will be covering all of my medical bills and all of our vet bills for the pups.  Which is great considering how much this has cost us already.

So, that has been our week from hell.  I can tell you that we have done nothing else the last week except care for the pups.  So, I have nothing exciting to report to you.  We do have a pretty fun weekend coming up, and we need it.  I’ll make sure I take plenty of pictures and I’ll have exciting things to write about next time.

Please keep Elvis in your prayers for a speeding recovery.  He wants and needs to get back to his spunky self soon!


Enjoy your day,