Escape

The other day there was a small fire in our toaster. This small fire managed to fill the house with smoke, and the stench of burnt toast. The fire also managed to really freak Benny out. I let the dogs out to "go potty!" and Benny, in what I believe was an attempt to lead me away from the smoky house, bolted into the green belt are behind our house. This, rightfully, scared the crap out of me. So, I put Sophie inside and I ended up chasing him, barefoot, around, forcefully yelling his name... To no avail. I then slipped, because I was barefoot in the cold, wet dirt, and yelped out a final, "Benny!" This got the little man's attention. He ran over to help me, giving me the perfect opportunity to snatch him up and bring him inside, all the way telling him he needs to make better life choices.

Bedtime Babies

All too accurate. They are just little inbetweenies, but somehow they take up my entire bed. I end up curled and contorted into strange positions so that these two little nuggets may slumber comfortably. 

A Belated Weenie Christmas

So, a few days ago, Sophie was extricated from the cone of shame, freeing her, and Benny, to get their Christmas presents!
They each had a stocking, Sophie's was Disney Princess, Benny's classic Disney. The excitement was palpable as I brought their stuffed stockings into view.

The pups each got a heap of treats, biscuits and cookies, dog sausages, a bully, and a three foot long chew. Without opposable thumbs the needed some assistance, but they did a lot of the work themselves. 

Sophie truly despises opossums, not as much as she hates squirrels, but up there. Her favorite Christmas toy was an opossum. She began violently shaking it about, then, when she thought she had killed the vermin, I would tug on the tail, essentially resurrecting said vermin. Sophie would then begin shaking it again. This cycle went on for a while, until I finally let the opossum rest in peace. 

Benny just likes toys, especially those that make noise, and wanted us to throw either of his toys a few times, then sit down, hold the toy with his paws and squeak incessantly.

The best photo we could capture of the opossum predator.

All in all, the weenies enjoyed their belated Christmas very much, and are continuing to fill their tiny tummies with treats and our ears with the sounds of squeakers. 

Happy New Year!

2013 the year of the wiener dog?