crate sweet crate

Since Mollie has perked up from her kennel cough she's picked up a chewing habit. She hasn't really gotten into anything expensive, but when she managed to dig out Rich's shotgun cleaning kit this morning I worried that she might hurt herself with some sort of chemicals. That and eventually she was going to figure out how to open the fridge or unlock the front door for a party while we're gone. We picked up a "giant" sized crate today to give her plenty of room. She doesn't have any issues with house training, so we wanted to give her enough room to move around while keeping her out of trouble.

Once we got the crate assembled and some bedding inside, all the animals were very curious about it. I crawled inside to check it out and instantly the dogs were desperate to get inside with me. Both dogs crammed themselves inside and everyone was very excited about the new digs. Sarah used to have one long ago and I'm surprised she didn't retreat to the new one this evening when I fussed at Mollie for chewing my shoe. Instead she just shook like a leaf a few feet away until I consoled her. We're a family of sensitive souls in this house. And it's a full house at the moment ...

trying out the new crate for Mollie

dinner and a monkey

We dropped off my brother in downtown Norfolk tonight to see a concert and he had several suggestions for where we should get dinner. We settled on Hell's Kitchen since Perry said it was a casual atmosphere and we were far from dressed up even for a Sunday evening. Dinner was excellent - Rich had a grilled burrito and I had a crab cake sandwich. I ate a bit too much, though, and my belly is trying to tell me so. When we stopped at my brother's to pick him up, Rich waited in the car while I went into the house. Next to the TV was a large stuffed monkey. I immediately picked it up and Perry said, "Do you like him? I won him for you at Busch Gardens." This confused me since he had gone to Busch Gardens with his girlfriend and I would have assumed if he won anyone a monkey it would have been her. "There's kind of a story behind it, though," he added.

They were at the games area of the park and wandering around when they happened upon an Asian girl who didn't speak the best English. She wanted to play some squirt gun game that needed three people so Perry and Christine agreed to join in. She paid for the game for all three of them and they proceeded to shoot their water guns at the targets. The bell went off and Perry threw up his arms in celebration! Hooray, go team, we're doing a great job! They played a second game and the bell went off again. Perry exclaimed some shout of victory as though their motley group was kicking this game's ass.

The Asian girl grew tired of the game after they had won those two prizes. Perry offered that since they had only won two stuffed monkeys but there were three of them that Christine could have one and she could have one. She looked at him puzzled and said no thanks and they could have both monkeys. Perry and Christine walked off with the two monkeys and Christine proceeded to slowly explain that the game they all just played wasn't a team effort, but was in fact a competition between the three of them in which Christine had won the first time and the Asian girl had won the second time. For all his enthusiasm, Perry was the only loser in the entire process.

"So I guess I technically didn't win the monkey for you, but Christine has the other one and nobody would have won any monkeys had I not been there. So I feel like I had a hand in it." He shrugged and started gathering his things. I smiled and walked back to the front door clutching my monkey. Rich looked very confused from the driver's seat when he sent me inside for my brother and I came back with a monkey instead.

shit man, naw!

Rich and I had a friendly wager this evening starting at 9pm that he could go 24 hours without using the word "shit." He lasted 51 minutes. In his defense, he was playing Bioshock and stumbled upon a forgotten machine gun turret but we had already discussed his propensity to use it to express incredulity versus any sort of despair. In other news, we've been going through some dog personality development here at the house. Friday I took Sarah to the vet for a checkup and to see if they could give her anything for her elderly creaky bones. A few days of Glucosamine and Rymadil and she's feeling pretty perky. She went on twice as long of a walk yesterday and has been smiling a bit more around the house.

And the new dog Mollie that we worried was a bit too calm has proven to be a lot more vivacious now that she's getting over her kennel cough. We're happy that there is significantly less snot coming out of her nose and she's happy she can smell her food again! The dog snot really was getting out of hand since she was like a 45lb. toddler who didn't understand how to blow her nose but understood completely how to wipe her nose on the leather couch, Mommy's pants and the carpet.

Going from two lazy dogs to two frisky hounds has taken some adjusting for everyone in the house, especially the kitties. They're especially grateful for the giant baby gates with cat doors in them to give them some safe havens. While in one of those havens, they also helped me organize the fabric closet. Mollie helped organize the sewing room today by tearing open a brand new box of tissues and spreading them all over the room. Needless to say she's not allowed up there without adult supervision anymore, and I may have exclaimed "shit" when I discovered it.