Post by moonstone523 on Jun 14, 2012 19:21:00 GMT -5
H and I have a language for the dog. Like we talk like we think lucky would if she could speak. I hope no one ever overhears these conversations.
For example, Lucky has a problem saying her "l's" so she calls herself "Rucky" and h is "roppa." I guess she can't say P's either or m's since I'm "romma."
We have whole conversations where every word starts with an r.
I keep telling "rave" (Dave) that we have to stop or our daughter will have a "risp."
Rofl.
This is how obsessed we are with our dog. Lame, I know.
I confessed the other day that I love to sing to our dog and encorporate her name into everything. Our neighbor has a boy dog named Bear. My favorite song to sing to her right now is a rendition of Justin Bieber's Boyfriend ... she seems to like it when I sing "if Bear was your boyfriend, you'd meet up on the lanai" and on and on.
I asked my husband if he thought I'd have trouble encorporating Crixus (our new puppy) into the songs. He said he thought I'd figure something out.
I confessed the other day that I love to sing to our dog and encorporate her name into everything. Our neighbor has a boy dog named Bear. My favorite song to sing to her right now is a rendition of Justin Bieber's Boyfriend ... she seems to like it when I sing "if Bear was your boyfriend, you'd meet up on the lanai" and on and on.
I asked my husband if he thought I'd have trouble encorporating Crixus (our new puppy) into the songs. He said he thought I'd figure something out.
I confessed the other day that I love to sing to our dog and encorporate her name into everything. Our neighbor has a boy dog named Bear. My favorite song to sing to her right now is a rendition of Justin Bieber's Boyfriend ... she seems to like it when I sing "if Bear was your boyfriend, you'd meet up on the lanai" and on and on.
I asked my husband if he thought I'd have trouble encorporating Crixus (our new puppy) into the songs. He said he thought I'd figure something out.
What kind of dog is the puppy?
They're both border terriers. We "inherited" the older one when MIL passed away, and she used to have other "border" friends that she had to leave in MA. She gets so excited when she sees other borders at the groomer, and she's getting older, so we figured she needs a friend to keep her young. My husband and I both grew up in houses with dogs, but were never the ones to train them, so it should be an adventure this summer.
They're both border terriers. We "inherited" the older one when MIL passed away, and she used to have other "border" friends that she had to leave in MA. She gets so excited when she sees other borders at the groomer, and she's getting older, so we figured she needs a friend to keep her young. My husband and I both grew up in houses with dogs, but were never the ones to train them, so it should be an adventure this summer.
thats awesome, I inherited both of my dogs too. One was hubby's already when we met, the other we inherited from his train wreck sister because she just kept getting too many pets and ran out of a place to live with them. I've always wanted to train my own dog. If I hadn't met H when I did I would likely have a pug or some sort of lab mix shelter dog. They're always great dogs too. H lived with a guy who had an Australian cattle dog who only herded me, omg talk about drive me up the wall sometimes. He was a sweety though. Are border terriers herders too? They need work! I have a floor that needs mopping if he needs a little something:)
Post by tashaandsage on Jun 15, 2012 10:49:18 GMT -5
Our weird thing with our dog is that my H has always wanted her to go every where we do, which isn't all that strange if she were a small dog, but she's a 75 lb. Weimaraner. So every party, BBQ, festival, he'd want to bring her, and often where we'd go out to eat or how we'd spend our weekend (mostly pre kids), would be determined by what was dog friendly.
It always bothered my H when we'd have to leave her behind on trips where we'd be flying since you can't fly with a dog in the heat of the summer. Two years ago, he not only managed to get family members on board for a road trip to New England, but his mom even bought a cushy conversion van, which she sold after wards, so that we could take the 20-something hour drive together (with a 2 year old no less) solely for the reason of including our dog.
H and I have a language for the dog. Like we talk like we think lucky would if she could speak. I hope no one ever overhears these conversations.
For example, Lucky has a problem saying her "l's" so she calls herself "Rucky" and h is "roppa." I guess she can't say P's either or m's since I'm "romma."
We have whole conversations where every word starts with an r.
I keep telling "rave" (Dave) that we have to stop or our daughter will have a "risp."
Rofl.
This is how obsessed we are with our dog. Lame, I know.
So I was totally going to post how when I was younger I took my cat to see Santa. Yes, the CAT. But this whole language thing cracks me up because when we had my cats (that now live with my mom) H had a "language" for them too and he's still using it with me! At first it was funny, but now it's getting annoying and I'm really worried that it's going to impact Kennedy's speech. But he thinks it's hysterical and I can't get him to stop.
Post by mrsshawanab on Jun 15, 2012 14:48:46 GMT -5
I could write a novel of all the weird shiz we do with our cats, but just a few highlights..
H walks around with one of our cats on his shoulders.
I always yell goodbye to the cats when I leave the house.. in fact one of my friends told me that when she watched our cats for us when we were out of town, she made sure to say goodbye to them when she left the house because she noticed I always do.
I'm obsessed with the idea of catching cute photo ops of my cats with the baby. I refer to our baby as their little brother.
Post by babybchbum on Jun 15, 2012 18:16:03 GMT -5
I always tell T his brother ( our dog) and sister( our cat) love him and that he can only share certain foods with them.
Tommy and I usually reference the animals as our children and talk about things to the animals in third person, but we haven't come up with a language per se. Although when my cat gets in a talkative mood we will have conversations with her until she is ready to shut up.
Post by moonstone523 on Jun 15, 2012 22:23:15 GMT -5
Guess what happened tonight? H and Lucky went on a daddy / dogher date. First the went thru the drive thru, then to Curtis hixon for movie in the park. But the movie got cancelled bc of the rain. Dave sat down to look up something on his phone and then lucky chewed thru her leash in a nano second. Dave talked about their night like lucky was a real person. Oh did I mention they split the fries. I just shake my head.
And Tasha.... I totally relate (minus buying an rv). Dave insists lucky come everywhere with us and most date nights, unless I put my foot down, mean we have to dine outside at a pet friendly spot. I love the dog the pieces, but she can stay home a time or two.
We ask our dog what she wants to do and when we get to it (outside, dinner, car ride, etc) she cocks (haha considering the above video) her head so far to the left and right it is beyond adorable. www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvssnHntKjs
Then she goes ballistic and starts jumping around in circles. If she weren't so darn cute, we would just take her outside or feed her right away but it is so much to see her dance around for it. We also try to get her talking by talking at her in her Boxer moans and we will do it for over 5 minutes because it is just that cute (to us anyways). www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8cOdN-9e8A