Glory Hallelujah

Our kidz recently met some of our other kids, Jimmy and Terry. We've known Jimmy and Terry for almost a decade and when they recently came to dinner we asked if they'd sing. They love to sing and readily agreed. Here's their stirring rendition of the Battle Hymn of the Republic ... da da daaaaa da!!!! (We wished we'd captured the whole song but alas the battery on the camera died.)

The Kidz Find Religion!!!

As the kidz grow we find them moving from one "phase" to the next. They've been in the crush, kill, destroy phase for awhile and we're ready for them to be done with it. But hold the phone...our kidz have found religion! Yes, they are true Bible loving dogs. In fact, they love the scriptures so much that we found them feasting upon the word the other day! Dad had inadvertently left his scriptures on the living room sofa and while the parents were away the kidz began to play. They found the scriptures and promptly began tearing, ripping, shredding, and demolishing the good word. Dad was heart sick because he'd been marking in those scriptures for almost two decades, but the kidz seem to be a little more charitable and kinder now. Hmmmm do you think it's a coincidence?

Second "Do"

You've seen the pictures of the kidz after their first haircut...they looked great! Now, after another couple months of growing hair, they were getting a little shaggy so we sent them off to the groomers again. This time, the groomer cut their hair a "little" shorter, i.e. very short! Now we're finally able to see the naked truth ... this kidz are skinny winny! They don't seem to mind their new haircuts though ... the world is still their playground!

The kidz are very proud of their mom...she passed her black belt test in Kung Fu...haiiii yaaah!

Daddy's Helper

Whenever we work on remodeling our kidz home, we always have eager volunteers to help. Unfortunately our volunteers, the kidz, have more enthusiasm than skill and know how...unless you're are talking about taking things, like shop towels with paint on them, out of the garbage can and chewing/ripping them up. Our kidz are experts at that. Although Duncan is our primary "helper", Dakota gets in on the action when the mood strikes. Here's a photo of Dakota with the tell tale signs of paint on her nose. Yes, it did wear off after a couple of days, but she didn't seem to mind. Although this photo of the room that we had so much help painting isn't finished yet, it does show the final colors... minus the blue painter's tape. After photos to follow.

Remodeling the "Dog House"

The only thing constant in our lives is change! The kidz are getting bigger and into more and more things. We decided that someday, when the kidz grow out of there puppy phase, we'd like to have a home that didn't look like it was a dog house so we've decided to remodel. You can never start too soon to remodel! There's always more to do ...

The kidz suggested that we put up some photos on the blog so that others can see how the remodeling is coming along. Here's the first installment. Above is the upstairs bathroom after a new paint job, some new drawer hardware, a new sink faucet, and a kickin' penguin theme. Yes, there are stripes on the walls. Is this retro or modern?

Below is the downstairs bathroom with a nautical theme.

Jumpers!

Our kidz love to run and romp and jump and play. It's not uncommon to see them stare at each other on opposite sides of the room or yard and then charge each other. It's like the ultimate game of chicken, except nobody flinches and they jump at the last second and slam into each other in the air. It's fun to watch but very hard to capture on video. I just never seem to have the camera handy when they're in the "mood." I tried to encourage the event by going outside to play with them. I jumped and they jumped at me but never at each other. Oh well...maybe next time. Warning! The motion in this video may make you sick!

Crush, Kill, Destroy

When the robot on the old TV show "Lost in Space" went bezirk it continuously repeated the words, "crush, kill, destroy." I came home from work the other day to find that the dogs had also gone bezirk and had crushed, killed, and destroyed everything that look, smelled or tasted like paper. There was a short stack of packing paper in the garage that now consisted of little bits of confetti all over the floor. Dogs! I opened the door to the living room to find more of the same. This time a poor unsuspecting magazine was absent mindedly placed in a position accessible to dogs and its fate was only slightly less than that of the packing paper. Dawgs! It's a phase, right? They'll grow out of it, right? Please tell me they will!!!!

I knew who the culprits were, so I had them sit in the middle of the mess. I needed a picture. (Perhaps the photo may be useful someday as blackmail. In the photo, Dakota is still wet from her bath, which she had to have because she was out playing in the sprinklers and dirt and was covered in mud! I'm having so much fun with these kidz!) However, Duncan was faster than the camera shutter and escaped from the picture, thereby effectively framing his sweet sister for the dastardly deed...Duncan!!!! I know where you live!