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Hooliganism

April 28th, 2007

There is much hooliganism in our house. Cosmo has quite a penchant for mischief. Kramer has an insatiable appetite for playing chase with his dad in the den. And Sushi is just plain surly. He likes to get involved with whatever antics the other two boys have started, or brew up some shenanigans of his own.

Here is some video of a typical day in our house. The first part is Kramer running from Dad (with Sushi chasing his tail from the back of the sofa). Cosmo used to play along, until the day he ran his knee into the fireplace… so now he immediately puts his tail between his legs and tries to “make up” with Dad as soon as the play gets started. The second clip is Sushi picking a play-fight with Cosmo, for which our little lion hunter is a much more willing participant.

Snow White and the Four Dwarfs

April 25th, 2007

snowwhite.jpgFor some reason, the strangest thought popped into my head today… that my life is kinda like Snow White’s. I (with my blinding pallor and dark hair) live with my prince in my castle, and have these little boys shadowing me. Except that I only have four dwarfs, three of which walk around on paws.

So the next thought was obviously to name my four dwarfs. Let’s see… Kramer is an easy one – he’d have to be “Furry” since he’s a husky. For Sushi, the name “Fraidy” would be appropriate (as in Fraid E. Cat) because he’s so shy.

Cosmo is a bit harder because so many good nicknames apply. There’s “Weenie” because he’s such a chicken. He can frequently be found running with his tail between his legs, and he refuses to set his paws on the least bit damp or cool grass. Some lion-hunter he is. Then there’s “Dopey” because of how he runs head-first into things and has a completely one-track mind. But I think the most fitting name for him would be “Noisy.” He is always so loud. His stretches are loud. His eating is loud. His toots and burps are loud. His yawns are loud. His mutters are loud. His walking and running is loud. Even his breathing is loud.

For Levi, although “Cutie” is tempting, I think that’s too generic. So he would have to be named “Smiley.” He is such a happy baby. When we’re feeding him, sometimes we have to give him smile breaks because he just can’t wipe it off his face long enough to eat. You can even get him to smile while he’s crying, which makes for quite an interesting sight.

So there it is. Snow White and her Four Dwarfs, Furry, Fraidy, Noisy and Smiley. If only we still had Hugo. Then we could have a fifth dwarf named “Scratchy.”

Covetous Cosmo

April 22nd, 2007

Two times a day, we go through the same feeding routine with our dogs. We load up their bowls with dry food and make the dogs stay seated (Cosmo drooling all the while) until we say the word “Chow!”

Once they hear their cue, Cosmo immediately races to his bowl in a single bound and starts inhaling his food without stopping to chew. Meanwhile, Kramer remains seated for a few moments and prepares himself mentally for his next meal. Perhaps he’s saying a silent prayer, wondering quietly to himself what is on the menu, or reflecting on previous meals that were particularly tasty. But being quite the genteel soul that he is, it just takes him a bit longer to warm up to meal time. He even self-regulates his appetite, occasionally skipping a meal to maintain his lean frame.

Upon the eventual commencement of his meal, he gracefully walks to his bowl (Cosmo is usually about halfway done by this point), takes a few bites of food in his mouth, walks a few feet away from his bowl, and drops them on the ground so he can eat one piece at a time without feeling rushed. Then he gingerly returns to his bowl and continues eating, still savoring each kernel individually.

Cosmo is more of a foodie. In fact, you could say he’s obsessed. Like a shark, he explores the world orally, chewing on anything new in his path (cardboard, aluminum foil, you name it…). He’s willing to lie, cheat, and steal to get whatever food he sees. Apparently, he’s convinced that his supply is scarce. He eats twice as much food as Kramer, yet always finishes first. Then in an effort to inch as close as physically possible to Kramer’s food without actually touching it (which is against the rules), he will start drinking water out of the very edge of Kramer’s water bowl while staring intently at Kramer’s food. We call it “coveting.”

For your viewing enjoyment, here is some footage of just that.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2982242361792413805

Bedtime in the Barnyard

April 18th, 2007

We’ve finally established somewhat of a bedtime routine, wherein all the boys and I pile into one little bedroom for the night. Here’s how it usually goes down:

  • Kramer (our husky): dscf0138.jpgHe’ll gingerly trot over to each side of our bed, put his muzzle on the mattress, give a gentle sigh in hopes that we’ll pet him one last time, and then go to bed for the night. He gets his Kong chew toy (his “woobie”) and curls up into a tiny ball under a concentrated stream of cool air from the vent.
  • Cosmo (our ridgeback): dscf0002b.jpgHe’s usually already in his crate by around 4 PM. When he’s being slightly less lazy than usual, he’ll sit up in his crate when we start getting ready for bed, and make really loud yawns, stretches and sighs. Since Cosmo loves his crate so much, he’s basically worn his dog bed to a pulp. So sometimes he’ll whimper for us to let him in Kramer’s crate so he can sleep on the cushier mattress.
  • Sushi (our cat): dscf0017.jpgBeing the rather timid fellow that he is, he’s actually afraid of the baby. At night he’s usually asleep belly-up in the guest or media room, but will come into our room at bedtime and stare at us from atop the dressers until we go to sleep. Then he’ll go sleep on the back of the sofa until morning. That way, if something scares him during the night, he’ll have plenty of places to hide underneath the den furniture. And if we wake up throughout the night to feed the baby, he can quickly steal some loving time by wrapping around our legs as we warm up some milk in the kitchen.
  • Levi: dscf0002.jpgafter his last feeding or bath depending on the night, we change him, put on his wires for his apnea monitor, and put him in a little shoebox-like contraption called a co-sleeper in between our pillows. He’s pretty small anyway, but he looks especially tiny in a big-person bed! We’ve noticed too that babies are very bow-legged. We sometimes put him on his side, and his little legs just dangle in the air like he’s propped up on an invisible saddle. His feet come nowhere near touching each other. And apparently baby dreams are all about milk, because he’ll quickly start suckling in his sleep, amidst the tiniest little breathing sounds and sighs. It is SO cute!

So Long, Hugo!

March 2nd, 2007

Well, Hugo the hedgehog has gone on to a better place. Literally. Thanks Addy & family! You’re now adoptive parents of not just 3 wonderful girls, but now also a boy (hedgehog). That’s just what we needed – one less mouth to feed. And that’s just what you needed was one more! ;)

Here are the photos of the little guy heading off to his happy new home.

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Kramer’s Capers – Part 2

February 6th, 2007

(see Kramer’s Capers – Part 1 for background info to this post)

So the vet started the surgery (over 2.5 hours after we got to the hospital) and after 3.5 hours under the knife, they decided they needed to wake Kramer up. The only problem was that they didn’t get all of the pins out of him. They got 137 of the 140 pins he ate. That’s right – they decided to leave 3 in him. Not surprisingly, they wanted to do another surgery the next day (that wasn’t included in their “worst-case” estimate) to get those last 3 pins out of him. But we decided against that, and took Kramer to our regular vet as soon as he was stable and let him perform the surgery. It’s a good thing we did that – our vet discovered that one of the incisions in Kramer’s stomach was not properly closed and was leaking fluid into his body. Not a good thing. But after almost 2 more hours of surgery, our vet was able to get the last 3 pins out of Kramer and patched up the mess that was left from the previous surgery.

Today, Kramer is almost completely back to normal. The only evidence of the fiasco is his shaved belly and the scar from the incision. He’s enjoying playing and fighting once again with his brother Cosmo and muttering to everyone is his deep voice. All is well once again in the Birchfield Barnyard.