All By Myself

Maurice and I drove to Birmingham to take my dad to the airport. Junior spent most of his sleeping hours in the crate. I dont think he really noticed the difference.

We go to the vet tomorrow at 2 for another round of shots and set up a time for the snippage. Sleeping on the living room floor, sleeping on the crate tray... sleep is sleep to this little guy. He sleeps like a ROCK!! I have to make sure i get him to go to bed before he decided to sleep on the floor. Oftentimes I find myself dragging him to the crate because he wont wake up!! Then I look like a crazy person, yelling, screaming and shaking him so he will walk inside. This is one funny little half breed.

Look what Junior did this morning in the flower bed. At first I was upset, but then I realized perennials are going on clearance soon. That will be one less hole I will have to dig. Thanks crazy Puppy.

On an unrelated note: Shout out to Jan Hayes being a new mommy. Riley Grey was born this morning. Had a C-Section at 8:43 this morning. Happy Birthday little Janlet.

So I have decided to start posting pictures of Junior every day. I wanted to make a time lapse video of his first year. Getting a dog to sit in the same place and look in one direction is a task best left to a professional and since professionals cost money, this is what I'll do. Enjoy!!

MEET SUE v2.0!

This is Susan Orenthal Long, Jr. We call him Junior. Old man Sue was NOT shooting dust as my mother had hoped. He knocked up my sisters pit bull, Ruby, and she popped out 8 puppies. Junior actually has the white spot on his chest, just like his dad. Ma brought him down the weekend of the 13 when she came to Brandy's wedding.

He is three months old and 28lbs, at his last check up. He goes back for another round of shots this Thursday. I'll give an update.

Strong as an ox this one! He learned a lot from his parents. Sue helped him develop a healthy fear of strangers and bestowed upon him the inane ability to always be in the way and refuse to move. Ruby... taught him to knock over the trash can. I am not at all happy about this.

RUMBLE IN THE KITCHEN

Around Brunchtime, Junior decided he wanted a midday snack from the kitchen trash. The can crashing to the floor startled him and my yelling didn't help his frightened little soul. It was my plan to forcably return him to the scene of the crime for a bit of discipline. This animal thrashed and wiggled and threw his body against me soooo hard, I felt like I was deep sea fishing! Like I had a Marlin on the line! At one point, I was holding his front paws and having him walk with his back legs. This lasted until he realized our destination. The thrashing started again for the last six feet. At the can, we handled our business and went our separate ways. I was so exhausted after this ordeal, I really needed a nap. I have never raised a large breed animal, an definitely not an animal with his stregnth. This will be quite the interesting adventure.