Baby Rollie

My sister and Neil got a new family member last weekend. He is an 8 week old all white baby boy boxer named Rollie. Lola finally became a big sister....she is very proud and excited for her new baby brother. I can't wait to meet the little guy. He is quite the looker.

Mora Visits

Last weekend my sister Mora flew in from Olympia to spend a little time with her big sister. Our Mom was here as well, fixing up the old house in Saint Paul before the renters moved in. We worked our butts off cleaning and preparing for their arrival. The house looks great and the people seemed very excited to move in. I should have taken some pictures! Oscar was happy to have his Auntie visit, and of course his best friends Edgar and Millie, and let's not forget Grandma Mindy too!

Edgar, Millie, & Oscar

The dogs tend to get exhausted after spending the day together. Looks like someone got kicked out of his bed.

Oscar + Mona

Someone has a girlfriend. Mona the Doberman is Oscar's newest squeeze. She was shy at first, but after spending the weekend with Oscar at her house she is warming up to her new boyfriend. The only problem with this is that she is a quite a bit younger than him, and already his size.

Baby Oscar Turns Two

Little baby Oscar turned two today. We celebrated his birthday with grilled veggie burgers and ice cream treats. He had his two best friends over, Edgar and Millie, to play in the yard and eat some doggy ice cream. Grandma Mindy was also there to party.

I can't believe our baby boy is all grown up. Who would have thought this little guy was two, he just went potty in the house the other day.

Just a baby at 8 weeks...

I remember Tim bringing this little bundle of joy home like it was yesterday. He was scared at first and found comfort sitting under chairs. He also had very big ears, and we never thought he'd grow into them. Well he did, and he also discovered that sitting under chairs is not as comfy as laying in big beds, and that he liked to eat wood chips.

Can't believe he was ever so tiny...

Happy Birthday Oscar!!!! You are our little wiggler and we love you a million times over.

The Dog House

Welcome to the dog house, where the dogs are crazy and the people are going crazy. Up until a few days ago our house had one dog and seemed quite quiet and orderly, now there are 3 and the place has quickly turned into a total disaster zone. I can't even remember what it is like to have 1 dog just after 3 full days of having 3, which conveniently forms an official pack. That's right, there is a pack of dogs living with us, wild dogs. Let me explain...Tim and I are watching the Lockner's dogs while they enjoy their first week of marriage in Napa. We offered to watch them since they are brand new to the family and we love dogs, so we never thought twice about it. I introduced you to the Boston brothers Bruno & Rosco about a week ago, and after getting to really know them, and by that I mean spending a few days living with them, I feel it is necessary to re-introduce them. Please meet the devil dogs also known as Hey Stop That, and NO Bad. No, I'm kidding, well...kind of, okay, not really. These little guys are absolutely adorable and we do have our special moments together, but please do not be fooled by their cute innocent ways. Deep down behind those sweet little puggy faces and big brown wide-set eyes are two little terrors at heart. I never imagined two puppies would be this much work. I have had a terror puppy before, just under two years ago and we still have bad moments. (Oscar, I'd like you to explain the poop piles in the basement.) But I don't remember this. Chew toys are not interesting but somehow rocks are, oh and doors, woodwork, dresser knobs, tables, shoes, garbage, aluminum cans, you name it and it has been chewed
on these past few days. Also having two puppies means having two little wiggling
bodies peeing and pooping all over your life. And I don't mean it like they are ruining my life, I mean they are literally peeing and pooping all over it. Reminder - do not put cute puppies in your bed, it leads to yellow sheets. And just when you are cleaning up after one the other is most likely squating behind you leaving a puddle.

Now I don't want you to think that these dogs are not the sweethearts that they are, because they do have very good qualities too, but they are puppies and there are two of them and they test your patience even when you really really
love dogs.

Oh what am I saying, I take it all back. Look at that face!

Just looking a bit frazzled as I round up the boys.

Don't you want to pet me? Huh? Huh?
Nap time on the couch.

Oscar is a good boy!

The Chair

Dear Mom & Dad,

I wanted to tell you that I really love my chair you gave me. It is such a great spot for me to spend my time. It has the best view and staring out the window really gives me pleasure. The chair is quite comfy and the perfect place to take little snoozes. I wanted to thank you for allowing me to sit on the chair, and the ottoman makes me happy too.

Love,

Oscar

Puppy Love

So once again Sam & Sarah are the main topic of our blog, it just so happens that they have eventful lives these days. Please meet the newest Lockner family members...two beautiful baby Boston Terriers - Rosco & Bruno. Tim and I had the honor of meeting these fine pups yesterday and it was their first day at their new home. We spent the night getting to know them and they may be (Oscar cover your ears) the sweetest, cutest, little buddies I have ever laid my eyes upon. Sam & Sarah basically rescued the duo from a life without sunshine, green grass, yummy treats, and snuggly beds. They are almost 10 months old and have never had much love...or so it seems after my doggy evaluation. Rosco, may have a bit of the old 'runt' syndrome and mildly resembles some sort of 'desert' dog. I'm pretty sure he had a dingo/chihuahua/meerkat as an ancestor. He is also learning to use his legs and with lots of walks and protein shakes he will be in top shape in no time.

Rosco enjoys being held by his favorite Auntie

Bruno (left), on the other hand is no weakling. This little guy is quite the little tank, and let me tell you, he is very excited to be at his new home and so proud of it too. While little Rosco spent the majority of the evening craddled in my arms, Bruno pranced around his new yard and house with a lot of enthusiasm. He also learned that treats are something good, especially when his Mom gives him tiny pieces of her turkey burger. Bruno was on the go so much that he was not interested in being held, but I'm guessing after a few visits from me will learn to accept arms around him. I should also mention that the dingo look Rosco got somewhere down the line stayed far away from Bruno...this little tank is a straight up Boston.

Sam & Bruno enjoy a moment together.

Bruno tries to escape my arms.

the king of our castle

With the death of our friends' dog Phoebe, it made me think about how hard it is to lose one's dog or any pet for that matter. They are these crazy creatures who depend on us for food, water, entertainment, and above all love. I can't imagine a life with no Oscar, and I never want to. I realized this morning as I drink my coffee and pet my dog that Oscar has not even once been mentioned in our blog and it is about time I posted about him. He is the King of our castle. He owns the place and it shows wherever you happen to look around. Whether it be his chair and ottoman that he claimed and uses to stare out the window all day, or our bed (which he isn't allowed to be in, but somehow is mysteriously covered in his dog hair), or his toys scattered around the house. Oscar is a big part of our lives and we love him with all of our hearts. Even when he decides to snack on a new pair of sandals that I've only worn twice. He can pretty much do anything because those big brown eyes make me forgive him.

Rest in Peace Phoebe

Sam & Sarah's Boston Terrier Phoebe passed away on Tuesday night. She was a little Boston with a big personality and a hint of an attitude. She didn't like other dogs and she had a right not to, since when she was a young pup she had her eye biten out by one of her kind. She didn't let it stop her though and she lived a long life filled with snorts, crazy little dances and a love for food. I found that she enjoyed gourmet cheeses and loved to sneak her morsels while her owners looked the other way. She was always on a diet, like most females, and boy did she love her treats. Phoebe and I had a special bond, she even warmed up to me enough so that I could pick her up and she snuggled in my bed on one occasion...while Tim slept on the couch. Though she was quite small, she filled the room with her presence and usually a stinky toot too. So my dear Phoebe, I know you are well in doggy heaven, laying on a king sized bed surrounded with your favorite treats. You will live forever in our hearts and I will always treasure our special moments together...well besides that time you did try to bite me, but I forgive you because you only had one eye. Much love Phoebe. R.I.P.