Mrs. CPA

I Let my Child Try Dog Food

Eleanor has a raised bowl to keep her from getting bloat.  There is nothing Mr. Cheeks likes more than to sprint into the kitchen and make a beeline for the dog bowl.  He gets up on his little knees and sticks his little, fat hands in over the edge of the bowl and grabs a piece of Eukanuba Senior Large Breed and tries to stick it in his mouth.  Today, I let him try it.  And those little teeth tried to crunch it up.  I stopped him before he choked or actually ingested any, but man, I think dog food is cheaper than formula.  He also might be more likely to drink out of the water bowl than drink out of a cup.  Instead of teaching him how to blow kisses, I might just teach him how to lap up water.  He and Eleanor produce about the same amount of drool a day so it would mean having to change the water twice as often.  Tradeoffs are a bitch. 

We're leaving on Friday to go to my brother's wedding in Hot Springs.  TP and I have to stay with my mother in law, so that I can fly home on Sunday to be back at work on Monday.  I thought our money could be better spent on a plane ticket than a hotel room for two nights.  This means that TP and Mr. Cheeks can go and visit more of our family and I can do more taxes. 

The last time I was in Hot Springs unsupervised was on a retreat with the accounting firm I worked for while I was in school.  We stayed at the Arlington and had a few meetings in the morning and then had baths and massages at the bath house.  Then we went to dinner and had enough drinks to float a boat, then more drinks at a bar, I may have even danced.  And then we went to a fine establishment called Shapes that featured "dancing ladies."  I think it was my idea.  The firm even gave us money for tips.  Let's just say it was a hard morning, and I'm glad we didn't have to sit through any more meetings.  The digestive properties of Hot Springs water coupled with copious amounts of alcohol was not a combination I would wish on many people. 

Hopefully strip clubs are not going to be on our agenda this weekend.  But I did remember how awesome the bath house was and I made myself an appointment for Saturday morning.  I figure if I have to stay with my MIL, I deserve $60 worth of hot bath and a stranger seeing me half naked.

Evidence

My furry babies have been picked as the dogs of the week over at Mrs. Chicky's Dog Gone Blog!  I took the pictures one day when I was getting ready to go back to work after lunch.  All the dogs stay inside during the day and TP or I come home at lunch to let them out to have some running around time.  When it's time to go back to work, you have to say "Alright, guys!  Let's go inside!" and they come running.  "Alright" in our house is synonymous with "treat," and that's about as much training as they remember from the months of doggie day care and training sessions.  Without fail, Jax comes in and stretches up the dishwasher, Eleanor is right beside him, and Pete stands by the kitchen door, waiting on a treat.  You have to stand in between Pete and any other dog consuming food, or he will attack, since he's in charge of this house.  And all the ear cleaning.  Eleanor and Jax have the cleanest ears of any dogs on the planet, due to Pete's superior tongue. 

Pete is trying to figure out a way to add Mr. Cheeks to his pack, and we are having to tell him no, to keep his tongue out of Mr. Cheeks' ears.   Mr. Cheeks has figured out how to move around on his stomach and to his delight, Jax does not like having his legs grabbed by little, grubby baby hands.  He gets really mad and tries to chomp on that little hand, and Mr. Cheeks laughs and slaps his thigh and goes for the leg again. 

I'm glad we are going to have a child that isn't scared of dogs, but I worry about him not having a healthy dose of fear around strange animals.  We'll have to work on it.