the Woodward Pups

It needs to be said, but any one who follows me on Facebook or Instagram already knows: we brought home another golden!

Meet Rosie.

AKA Rosie Posie. AKA RoRo. AKA Princess. AKA the little bitch.

Also AKA Leo. Her and Ginger-Cat are roughly the same size and color which is surprisingly confusing.

She definitely redder than Boone andb nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngy

Sorry, that was Rosie saying hi to the keyboard.

As I was saying, she is definitely redder than Boone and probably not pure Golden. Not that goldens can't be red...We got her from a rescue and while they thought she was purebred there is no proof; she's got a few tells that make me think she's got a little bit of country in her rock 'n roll. Anyway, she looks enough like a golden pup to fool other golden parents and pretty much everyone we meet.

As for Boone, he's taken to role of big brother swimmingly. They are so in love. Rosie follows him everywhere and wants to do everything he does. He's even become protective of her when Atticus gets a bit too paws-y.

She's been a champion with housebreaking and learning to walk on a leash. She is a bit older than Boone was when we brought her home (11 weeks vs. 8 weeks), but he wasn't at this level at her age. The biggest difference between her and her big brother Boone is that she has quite the voice. When Boone was her age, I don't think we had ever heard him bark. Rosie barks all the time! Boone takes her toy, she barks. She doesn't get the treat fast enough, she barks. The cat looks at her the wrong way, she barks.

Here's a little reminder I found when researching how to adjust to a second dog:

I've needed to read that, like, every day.

Boone's Best Friend

Everyone, I'm ashamed to say, Boone has a best friend and it isn't me. This is the day every mother dreads, when their baby would rather hang out with some hoodlum than their dearest mother. Or at least that's what actual-moms say. I dunno.

Boo's boo is named Blue. (Say that five times fast. I'll wait).

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Blue isn't really a new friend, he originally joined our family when Boone was only a baby. This isn't even the first Blue; it's the third. This Blue was a Christmas gift and Boone's eyes lit up like...like...a kid on Christmas morning...

I knew I'd been replaced when Boone refused to go on a walk without Blue. Boone needed to go out at 2am for a potty break and Blue came with.

Boone even knows Blue's name. I can say "go get Blue" and the damn dog actually does it! I didn't even teach him that. Either he understands, or Blue is literally on his mind all the time. And while most of Boone's toys last t-minus 2 hrs, Blue has made it almost a month with only a broken squeaker in one leg and a little scratch on the nose. Boone cares for him like Blue is his baby.

It's adorable.

There's a New Boy in my Bed

Soooo, I just realized I have this post back from October 31st, that I never published. Sorry it's outta date. Not sorry it's adorable.

Boone is a cuddler.

Pat's out of town this weekend which means Boone gets to come upstairs and into bed! Even though Boone is usually not allowed on the second floor of our home, when Pat travels I'm allowed to have him with me all the time. You know, so I "feel safe." Whatever works.

Sorry, I lost the link. :/

Not around here...

Boone takes his role as temporary man-of-the-house very seriously. He's not one of those dogs who kicks you in the ribs or puts his butt in your face either, he sleeps perfectly still all night, right on Pat's pillow. He's close enough to cuddle, but not so close that I can't move at all. He must be making up for his rotten behavior earlier this week, because he is being an absolute angel.

For those of you who don't know, Pat has a very strict no-Boone-upstairs rule. He says it's to eliminate pet hair in the carpet, I point out the cats primarily live upstairs. It's an argument two years in the making and it shows no signs of stopping.

The Terrible Almost-Threes

Over a year ago, we were relishing the fact that our "teenage" dog was acting like an old soul. While his litter mates were literally chewing the gutters off houses, our Boone-baby was just chilling. The worst we got was he wouldn't always listen to a command on the first go; like 5% of the time, we had to repeat ourselves (the horror!).

Then, he hit his terrible twos. He got a little territorial with his toys and a little moodier if he wasn't exhausted. Once again, compared to those dogs that chew through doors, he wasn't that bad.

Then he turned almost-three. As in, in a week he'll be 2 years 11 months. And he's on my last nerve.

That's his pwease-don't-write-mean-things-I-pwomise-I'll-be-better face

Don't get me wrong, I love my Boo. Always have, always will. He's my best friend. He might be my soulmate. I know my husband feels the same way.

But there are days like today, when I'm standing on the side of the road just screaming at the top of my lungs. The construction workers were staring, and not for the reason I'm used to. What he did wasn't so important, just that he did like 46 different things in the course of a 20 minute walk and he showed no signs of stopping.

This comes only a few days after him stealing a slice of pizza right off my plate and getting pizza sauce all over the rug. Then he ate the whole damn thing.

Now for my pledge: I solemnly swear that I will never judge those moms in the grocery store, having a breakdown by the Teddy Grahams and gunning it for the wine aisle.

We're brethren. 

I've been there.

Ch-ch-changes!

Hello again! It's Katie here and I'm taking over Boone's blog. Why? Because he's the biggest dog-blog-slacker I've ever met.

#nofilter

I'm sure you can understand it's a challenge to get a 2 1/2 year old golden to blog on a regular schedule ("do your homework before we Chuck-It"). But seriously.

Originally, Boone's blog was to share all his random, daily adorable-ness, but turns out he does a lot of the same adorable stuff regularly which doesn't make a very interesting read. And him having his own outlet did not keep him from dominating all my other social media, so I'm kicking him to the curb Instagram.

There's so much more interesting dog stuff to talk about, but it's not just the type of stuff the Pup likes to think about.

This is a new era.

This just became a dog-mom-blog.

Boone Does Boone!

Guys, I love Boone.

No, not me! The town!

It's really lucky that I like Boone or my name would be very unfortunate. But it's okay because I love it.

This weekend my mom and dad took me to visit my grandma and grandpa. But the real perk was spending all that time outside, in the mountain air, with my brother from another mother Uncle Spencer. He's the best. Then he's annoying. Then he's the best.

And if that wasn't enough, I got to terrorize Skitty-Scat, my grandparents' 18 1/2 year old cat.

#threepawsinthegrave

Overall, I had a great time. But next time, I hope my parents take me hiking.

I'm the Boy for Mom's Milkshake!

If you follow my mom, and you should cause she's the bestest, you know she's been outside more than inside lately. When my mom was outside planting stuff, she let me come along for a little while. I thought she'd let me stay forever, but it was rweally hot. There's no shade in our yard, so she turned on the sprinkler and we had a great time.

Too bad that wasn't enough to keep me cool and I rweally got tired and she made me go inside. Because I love her, I stayed rweally close and followed her every outside move by traveling from window to window.

You can even see me photobombing a picture on her blog.

Let's play a game of spot the Boone:

If you guessed here, you're right: