Introducing our new grandbaby boy Calvin

On Saturday we got our Tanner Brigade Anniversary present.  Pocket and I got to meet our newest family member Calvin.  (No we haven't met Charli yet but we know her here at The Tanner Brigade and that's how we know all our besties.)   Calvin is just a baby who can't type with his paws yet.  But we were wicked excited to meet him.  His father Chad lived with me, Daddy and Moms for eight years.  Then we get Pocket and he move away.  Mommy and Daddy say he fell and love and got married.  What some humans won't do to get away from Pocket.

 But here is the reason we are so excited.  Chad lived with us, then he moved away, and he made a whole new person, and he was bringing it to us for approval.  When we took a good whiff of him we could smell our entire family, everyone we love.  Calvin already has a dog of his own.  It is Mia.  I think Mia still has a DS account but she has been busy protecting her family and hasn't posted in a long time. 

Mia is an American Bulldog so I know Calvin will be well protected.  Pocket and I kept a respectful from Calvin not wanting him to get caught cheating on Mia at six weeks of age.  With Mackenzie I had to teach her all about dogs and it wasn't until she was 11 that the fates allowed her to get one of her own.  But Calvin has dogs up the wazoo, and other gross stuff, so we know he'll be a dog owner for a long time.  Looking at this little baby all we could think is oh, the puppies he will own in 90 years of life. 

We had a couple of action shots taken with Calvin.  In the first one Pocket and I are giving Calvin the sniff test.  The sniff test is very important.  Us dogs can tell more from one good sniff then humans can tell in a thorough examination.  We are happy to report Calvin passed the sniff test with flying colors.

Also in this picture Calvin is asking Pocket where she got the cool denim diaper.  Calvin was very upset to learn that even though Pocket is only having a couple of accidents a week she still has to wear a diaper because Mommy is so protective of her floors.  He doesn't think he ever will be able to not have accidents in his diaper.  So far his record is zero.  The smart money says that Calvin will be out of diapers before Pocket.   Then we shared a puppy secret with him.  Our doggy Moms had eight teets on her.  That's right, eight teets, no waiting.  We even told him that one of them was chocolate.  By the time he knows we were lying he'll have forgotten the entire thing.

The second one is an after the action pick.  Pocket has already lost interest, and I am slinking away, while Calvin looks around and says "Hey, where did everyone go?"

But the best news for all us dogs out there is that a great dog companion has come to this Earth.   I gave him a delicate lick, and that scent will stay with him for his entire life.  On his 90th birthday in 2101 a little puppy will come up and smell his hand and know that the Foley Monster was here. 

Plus this is the first boy grand baby.  A stick throwing, mud puddle splashing, tug a war okay playing boy of my own.  So hurry up and grow up Calvin because we have lots of playing to do.

Pocket takes part in adult conversation

Friday night we had a birthday party for Daddy and daughter #1 who were both born in February. I was prepared for my usual Friday of napping and pizza, but when Daddy got home he started bringing the chairs up from downstairs, Mommy was making cake, and I knew it was party time.

Then the grandbabies came over and they love me. They pet me, and pick me up, and scratch me, and pull my ears, and try to snatch my tail and I remember why I got fixed. Mommy's in the kitchen, Foley's behind the couch, and I'm the sacrificial Pocket at the mercy of ten tiny little hands and 50 dirty fingers.

Then Daddy came in with the pizza, the vegetable kind because of something called Lent that I don't understand. Everyone sat down to eat and Foley and I hurried under the table because little kids in a hurry to eat so they can play, and pizza, makes for plenty of floor food for us. This was especially pleasing because Mommy doesn't let us have human food anymore. We now have to rely on uncoordinated children and gravity.

Then they got down to play Barbies and I went with them. When their backs were turned I ate the Barbie shoes. I love those things. I think I need to join Foley in therapy.

Then Mommy brought out the cake, and they sang that horrible song they sing, which makes my ears bleed. Foley and I didn't play the uncoordinated kids gravity game. We're not big on cake but we would split a donut with Kady.

Then I went over to Daddy and put up my paws to be lifted. He did, and held me by my halter and I sat on his knee. My paws were on the head of the table and I was facing everyone. Then daughter number 2's husband told the grandbabies to leave the room for adult talk.

And they allowed me to stay. I was shocked. I was going to take part in the adult conversation. And then it began.

Husband of daughter number one talked about going to the Daytona 500, eating a lot the night before, getting terrible cramps, and that's when I learned the secret. Adults are just like us, when they get together they talk about poo. Lots and lots of poo.

The talk changed to other things, but would always come back to poo or poo related topics, things they pulled out of the drain, things that help them poo, places where they don't like to poo. It was fascinating. Adults are just like us.

So I am going to spend more time writing my blogs tailored to adults starting now. Eating vegetable pizza from the floor leaves you with some amazing poo and leads you to have three baths a day.

Very adult indeed.