Five things we've discovered regarding our beloved Fearless Mop.

1)  It is very difficult to train the dog not to chew on the Little Man's toys, when the Little Man insists on handing the dog his toys.

2) It is nigh impossible to train the dog not the beg at the table, when the Little Man insists on sharing his meals with the dog.

3) One should be aware, that dogs can well imitate mountain goats and climb to rather steep heights upon couches when motivated to get to your coffee.  Especially when you are distracted with changing diapers, and can't really do anything about it.

4) My dog might be oblivious to rabbits, squirrels, birds and other wildlife even within ten feet of said creatures, but can detect a baby sock at 100 yards with unerring accuracy.  

5) Who says dogs aren't tool users?  This dog has figured out that if he pulls on the tablecloth, food eventually appears.  He's also figured out that if he repeatedly drops a bone on the cement slab floor of the basement, the bone cracks in half, and he can get to the goody filling.
 
Five things we've discovered regarding our beloved Fearless Mop.

1)  It is very difficult to train the dog not to chew on the Little Man's toys, when the Little Man insists on handing the dog his toys.

2) It is nigh impossible to train the dog not the beg at the table, when the Little Man insists on sharing his meals with the dog.

3) One should be aware, that dogs can well imitate mountain goats and climb to rather steep heights upon couches when motivated to get to your coffee.  Especially when you are distracted with changing diapers, and can't really do anything about it.

4) My dog might be oblivious to rabbits, squirrels, birds and other wildlife even within ten feet of said creatures, but can detect a baby sock at 100 yards with unerring accuracy.  

5) Who says dogs aren't tool users?  This dog has figured out that if he pulls on the tablecloth, food eventually appears.  He's also figured out that if he repeatedly drops a bone on the cement slab floor of the basement, the bone cracks in half, and he can get to the goody filling.
 

It wasn't exactly an easy evening.  The Little Man was on a bouncy rampage, being both too tired to eat food, enjoy jumping in his bouncy, or properly take a nap.  The lovely wife deserved a break, so I spent nearly half an hour cajoling, and rocking the Little Man to sleep.  Then we carefully tip-toed into the kitchen to try to make dinner for ourselves as quick as possible, because you never know if it's going to be at 20-30 minute nap, or an hour and half nap, and you just have to make do.

So of course the UPS man rang the doorbell.  Which rang right over where I had parked the stroller, with the baby in it.  If that wasn't bad enough, of course the Fearless Mop (not quite so moppish looking at the moment as he has had a summer crew cut) needed to bark fiercely from the safety of the other side of the gate at whomever it was at the door.  Needless to say there was much noise, quickly followed by the Little Man's cry, having been woken up from his sound sleep of all of about four minutes.

To top it off, the UPS man had come to the WRONG HOUSE!  Because you know, our nine inch tall brass house numbers aren't right above the doorbell or anything.

I'm honestly surprised they didn't just pretend to knock, ignore all instructions, and just drop it on our porch as they normally do.   Or "pretend" to have made an attempt to deliver, when in fact, we were home the entire day, and saw neither hide nor tail of them.

Grrr.

It wasn't exactly an easy evening.  The Little Man was on a bouncy rampage, being both too tired to eat food, enjoy jumping in his bouncy, or properly take a nap.  The lovely wife deserved a break, so I spent nearly half an hour cajoling, and rocking the Little Man to sleep.  Then we carefully tip-toed into the kitchen to try to make dinner for ourselves as quick as possible, because you never know if it's going to be at 20-30 minute nap, or an hour and half nap, and you just have to make do.

So of course the UPS man rang the doorbell.  Which rang right over where I had parked the stroller, with the baby in it.  If that wasn't bad enough, of course the Fearless Mop (not quite so moppish looking at the moment as he has had a summer crew cut) needed to bark fiercely from the safety of the other side of the gate at whomever it was at the door.  Needless to say there was much noise, quickly followed by the Little Man's cry, having been woken up from his sound sleep of all of about four minutes.

To top it off, the UPS man had come to the WRONG HOUSE!  Because you know, our nine inch tall brass house numbers aren't right above the doorbell or anything.

I'm honestly surprised they didn't just pretend to knock, ignore all instructions, and just drop it on our porch as they normally do.   Or "pretend" to have made an attempt to deliver, when in fact, we were home the entire day, and saw neither hide nor tail of them.

Grrr.

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