Ok, we did go up to Reno for 5 days to visit my parents, but we still didn't do much. My poor mom. She was visibly frustrated by my and Husband's complete lack of motivation to do much of anything. It was partially brought on by the fact that I couldn't really stomach food for the first week. Don't know why, I just never felt hungry, and felt sick every time I tried to eat. After we got home I vegged some more. Now that I'm back at work, I'm wishing I was still at home vegging. I may be addicted.
Anyway, that's why I've been MIA for 2 weeks. But enough about me. The little booger was a total trouble maker the first week, and a total angel the second week for the most part.
Let's start with Reno. Theo loved it. He was so excited, the first thing he did when we got into my parents' house was poop in their bedroom. Awesome. It snowed all of Christmas day. Theo loved playing in the snow. He liked running around plowing it with his chest and then flinging himself over it with his bunny legs. It was adorable to watch. The neighbor's golden lab kept coming over to play. At one point Theo wandered over to their backyard and wouldn't come back, even after calling him for 10 minutes straight. He would look right at me, and then wander away. Ugh. He got in trouble BIG TIME for that. The neighbors ended up seeing him in their backyard and letting him in their house. I ended up having to trudge through the snow and icy road over to their house to go and get him ("Excuse me, may I please have my horribly rude dog back?" Hehe. They obviously loved him and didn't want to give him back.). Booger indeed. Husband and I tried to take him snow shoeing with us, but he wouldn't come with us. He just sat by the back door and cried. I think he was afraid of the big scary shoes. He was great in the car, no incidents.
The next week, while I was even more catatonic than I was in Reno, Theo was pretty much glued to me. Husband got food poisoning or the stomach flu or something so he was stuck in bed for most of the week, so it was just Theo and me. I was perfectly willing to play endless fetch with him while permanently glued to the couch, but he wasn't interested for the most part. He seemed to pick up perfectly on my apathetic mood and just chilled on the couch with me most of the time. Not only did he sleep all week on the couch with me, he slept on me! The 2 foot rule was temporarily suspended and I was even allowed to pet him at times while he slept. It was crazy. In that time of close quarters, I also learned the difference between Theo's 3 major whines: Mommy I need to pee, Mommy I want you to get off the couch and come over here and play with me, and Mommy I need you to come and get my toy that rolled under the couch. The latter of the 3 is a ridiculously adorable quiet whine that is possibly the most pathetic sound you've ever heard. Of course, it would have to be in order to get me up and in the other room every 3 minutes to get his ball he couldn't seem to keep from rolling under the couch. Of course, now that we're back to our normal schedule, the 2 foot rule suspension has been lifted and we're back to our normal interactions. It was nice while it lasted.
Well it's a new year. 2008 was year zero, the puppy year. I think I'll call year 1 and maybe beyond "adolescence" because, really, he's just not a puppy anymore. He's a troublesome little teenager. My wonderful troublesome littler teenager. I loved year zero, and I'm sure I'll love year one as well.
Happy New Year everyone!