Wiener Wrangling and Doodle Fanoodling

I don't think I've introduced you guys to my favorite child. Yup, I've got one.

His name is Rowlf and he weighs in a whopping 25 lbs..



Yes, we are talking about a dog.





We have several animals, Rowlf, the golden doodle, Evil, the cat, Scrappy, the turtle and Dodger, the rat dog dachshund.



In January, after we had to have our Lab (who was little devil an angel, I miss her so much!!) put to sleep, a friend at church asked me if we'd let the kids have a puppy, and I asked what kind, and she said dachsund, so I said I'd have to ask Bean.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think a man would want a little rat dog.

But he did, so Oliver got Dodger.

This dog is smart and stubborn and protective and really I could care less. Sorry. I like real dogs. This dog is a rat.

So in March we got my baby, Rowlf. He's gorgeous and sweet and floppy. And stupid as can be. I love him.


For reasons that would take entirely too long to explain and are a blog post unto themselves, I put both Rowlf and Dodger in my bedroom last night.


I cleaned up everything I could find.. Bean's night stand, all the cords in the bathroom, the garbage can, everything.
And then I went to bed.


For starters, somehow Dodger managed to clim into the bed with me, which Bean has expressly forbidden.

Our bed is high, and he's a fucking wiener dog, I have no idea how he managed it..



And then when he got into bed with me, he had to kiss me to tell me that he'd done it..

I am NOT a puppy kisser..

That's one way to wake me up. Eww.


So this morning, this is what I woke up to..



And this..



And Dodger trying to look all innocent.



And Rowlf being all innocent, because I'm telling you, the boy sleeps all the time.