I'm not sheepy!

Mochi takes after mommy in so many ways...

(click the thumbnail to see the video)

From 2009_01_18

This is what mommy looks like doing her school reading sometimes.

Hardheaded

Finally a new post!

Talk about hard-headed...in greeting mommy upon her return home tonight, Obiee broke mommy's thumbnail by running his head into it! Crazy dog...

Stay tuned for more posts soon. We promise.

Obiee says, "Who, me? Hardheaded?"

Legal

As of the beginning of February, Obiee is now legal -- he is now officially licensed by the City. He was really, really happy to be legal, though disappointed a little to learn that he still couldn't vote, smoke, or drink.

(Mochi is happy for him too. He's saying "Yea!" Or trying to bite his brother. You'll never know...)

Ding Dog

So Obiee's incredibly clever when it comes to causing mischief, but he's not exactly the smartest dog on the block. A few examples of why he's our little ding dog (aka ding dong):

1. We now have to avoid making eye contact with Obiee if he's, er, doing his business. A couple of weeks ago I made that mistake and, mid-squat, Obiee decided he wanted to come in the house. Except he had a *dingleberry* attached. I turned away and let/made him finish his business before letting him in the house. He did the same thing about two days later too, this time making a deposit on the porch by our bedroom door. Nice.
2. No matter which door I let Obiee out in the mornings, he almost always waits at the opposite door.
3. He tries his hardest to outsmart us in the department of escaping our elaborate setups to keep the boys contained to the room we care the least about. Here's his latest move:
   

Why yes, that is Obiee scaling the new fence. Unfortunately, after discovering him trapped here, we found that this was his attempt to get back in the room. How do we know? Well, I didn't chew the placemat that used to be on the dining table, nor did I push aside the tablecloth and other placemats. And Ted was sleeping all afternoon today.

Oh, and Mochi's had his fair share of ding dog moments. Most recently, I noticed he was under the comforter wrestling with Obiee. But wait, he's not under it, he's in it. He somehow slipped in between the buttons of the duvet - and then his brother did the same thing about a week later. Seriously?

It's confirmed

Obiee's a poo eater.

Here's a picture...

unrelated to this post, fortunately.

Let there be dark

While we're at work, we typically keep the boys in a part of the house that doesn't get much direct sunlight during the day. So they don't go too crazy, we leave a couple upright lamps on before we leave for the day.

A few weeks ago, Tracy came home, opened the door, and entered an essentially dark house (and two dogs incredibly happy someone was home). She remembered turning on one of the lamps, but not the other.  Hmm. So she then walked over to one of the lamps, flipped the switch, and nothing happened. Ok, so maybe the bulb burned out. As she turned to walk away, her eyes scanned the ground and noticed this:

Yep, someone chewed up the cord while it was plugged in. Just like Mochi did before we got Obiee. And yet, whoever did it survived with no ill effects. Dopey dogs.

Because pictures == goodness, here's another one:

Dreams

I had the opportunity to work from home on Friday, so naturally the boys jumped on my lap just as I would get my laptop set up.

Anyway, after spending most of the morning either jumping on my lap, Tracy's lap, or barking at the neighbors, the dogs finally settled down for a nap. Mochi was on my lap and Obiee was curled up right next to me. Obiee seems to dream more often than Mochi, or at least he moves his body and legs while sleeping more than Mochi does. He also sleeps a *lot* harder than Mochi. Part of that might be due to the fact that he really likes to put his nose down into whatever blanket or cloth is nearby. I used to worry that he would suffocate himself, but I've learned that that's just his sleeping style. Mochi prefers to curl up in a ball and leave enough room to breathe normally. :)

Sometimes I wish dogs had an off switch, but then I wouldn't appreciate these calm moments nearly as much. Then again, with an off switch, I wouldn't need to appreciate those moments as much because I wouldn't be yelling at the dogs as often. Woe is me, I know. :P