1. So yeah we got a dog. The kids are thrilled. They love it when he “gives them hugs” which is a polite way of saying “feverishly humps them.” A couple nights ago, as Big D was getting pounded, he screamed, “Oscar loves giving me hugs!” And then Smella chimed in, “I want a hug next, Oscard!” It’s hard to teach them that hugs are a bad thing when they’re literally begging for it.
2. Although Oscar’s favorite hug recipients are the kids, if there aren’t any available he will gladly nail their stuffed animals. Tonight I saw him doing it doggystyle with a gorilla. I was all like, “Yo, dog. Cut it out.” I’m pretty sure that’s never going to get old.
3. The poor cat. She’s gonna have a stroke if she doesn’t calm down. She had already started hiding in our bedroom until the kids would go to bed. Now she doesn’t come out until we crate him when we go to bed. She loathes him and the sad part is that he is completely oblivious. If they happen to see each other, she immediately starts hissing and he just stands there wondering if she’d like to play. After all, he just wants to be friends. With occasional benefits.
4. The last time I had a dog for a pet was when I was a kid. I had forgotten just how awesome they really are.
5. This jarred my memory.