
Meet Bobby.
He's been with us since early September now, and I think we're all mostly agreed that he can stay. It did indeed take this long for him to worm his way securely into our hearts. Dustin is still not positive - but now he's outnumbered by the the rest of us.
Bobby is a "Morkie". Or a "Yorktese", if you prefer. A mix of a Yorkshire Terrier (Silk Terrier my groomer told me to be exact) and a Maltese.
He came to us (for a pretty penny; I wont lie) at the age of 7 months, and from a home that welcomed their first human child 2 months prior.
Energetic Puppy + New Baby = new home for puppy. Simply math really.
He came to us with the name "Corona" (Yes, like the beer) and I don't know about you, but the only Beer name I could see yelling out the door was maybe "Bud", so renaming him was something we were all on board with, and Bud wasnt an option.
Here's where Dustin jumped on board - he loves the naming part. And, the more human, the better. After some hmming and hawwwwing, "Ricky Bobby" it was, after a stupid Will Ferrel movie- Taladega Nights!
The first month or so, our poor pup thought we must have had an invisible member of the family - who was this Bobby?! But he caught on, we refused to call him Corona - and now he listens (when he chooses to) quite well when we speak to him.
Naturally, the boys all have a million nicknames for him - Dustin's favorite is "No Wobby No", or "Jerk", and Zach's is "The Wobbinator 3000", and "Licky Bobby"(he never stops licking!). Yes, 'Wobby' has replaced Bobby when they are playing. I'm not surprised.
Zach is smitten, as you probably knew already. He is my animal lover. He comments all the time how happy he is we got an indoor dog.
Brad took longer. Claiming Bobby had "no potential" to ever be a good dog (we had to work on A LOT of behavioral issues that I think he old family just didn't have time to work on with the new baby), but a few months later, Brad is willing to admit then Bobby is like-able, and may just in fact grow into a "good dog". Right now, we're in the adolescence stage, and everything is being tested, so that's frustrating. Bobby is, I mean. Although I'd think Brad would share common ground on this issue. (totally joking, I still dont know how we managed to have such amazing kids!)
Bobby is my new baby in a way. And I knew it would be something like this when we had our children very young. I miss something to snuggle and cuddle and take care of. My friends with young children laugh at me now - but someday they'll understand it too. I have no doubt. And i dont mind the teasing. I seriously AM becoming "that" person with a fur-baby. I find it just as funny.
Dustin tolerates Bobby. Bobby doesn't shed, so that's all that really mattered to him, and is doing very well with house training- as long as I keep track of what goes in and when it needs to come out. And I'm happy (usually) that we got an indoor dog. Happy wife, happy life. Dustin is taking that one to heart on this subject. He pays for the food, but really doesn't do any of the care taking, and that's fine. I didnt expect him to.
So, that's it. A new member of our family. And one I can put in a kennel and have a break from (legally!) any time I need. Works for me! :)
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watching sports with his new bestie |
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they were both sleeping until I took the photo -brad didn't wake up though! |
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RARE photo of him still and not trying to chew me |