
You thought I was talking about a kid, right? Not so. I'm talking about Ch3wie, whose name doesn't really have a 3 in it. My FIRST baby. I got him when I was many months pregnant with L and people thought I was nuts for getting a puppy, and I, um, don't think I could have stepped over that many gates while pregnant with J, that's for sure.

Today was his birthday and no one realized it till the end of the day. Poor dog had to go to the vet and get SHOTS on his BIRTHDAY! aww. But I gave him lots of love and even a Kong full of fake peanut butter. He even gave it back to me and nudged it, as if to say "more, please." Maybe tomorrow.

Plus, he got to go on a car ride, that's fun, right?
T was gone, so I called him on the phone while he was driving to tell him he forgot the puppy's birthday. he he. When he gets back we'll make him special treats. The dog, not T.
So today I went to a new vet, and as usual I'm second guessing myself. The new place is so nice. And so expensive. He got 3 shots, and the vet seemed to know what she was talking about regarding the issue of tracheal collapse that I asked her. C even obligingly honked at her while we were there. Unfortunately there's nothing she can really do, but the good news is it should be fine. If it gets worse, we can talk X rays and cameras on scopes. At least they knew what I meant, and didn't ask me "well what do you want me to do about it?" But I still feel bad, looking over the old paperwork! (note: I felt the same "well maybe they weren't that bad..." way when I ditched my old OB... so I'm nuts. Just so you know.) I also told the old vet's receptionist that I was just ditching them to go closer, but you know they are going to laugh at me when they realize where I went. Because the place I went is easily double the distance from my house.

Also looking back at his vet records, I awwwed at the fact that at his first appointment he was only 6.5 lbs!!! Today he was 13 lbs. Sigh. At one year, he was still only 11 lbs. Note: C is NOT overweight. He's just reallyreally big for a yorkie.
That's him on the left. Note keyboard for scale.

C looooves the beach. Even if I were to mention it RIGHT NOW in the dead of the winter, he'd be all excited and then I'd have to take him somewhere just to shut him up because he'd be pouncing on me and running to his crate every time I got up off this chair, until I took him somewhere.

ahhhh...

In other news, T took the kids to the Y this morning, leaving me alone with the baby. I don't remember the last time he did that, but it was nice. I did a LOT of cleaning in a small amount of time and just felt better by the time he got back. I've been going a little insane with cabin fever. It's been in the single digits.
I am in a cooking mood, so I'm going to cook a bunch of crap and freeze some of it. I wonder how waffles freeze...
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