Poor Puppies

The process of making room for the baby has displaced a number of fixtures in the house. The back bedroom has always resembled a hybrid between an office and Jeff's college dorm room. Meanwhile, the puppies have always had their own room between the garage and the living room where they've attentively watched us through the sliding glass door and licked the glass every time our motions suggested we might be headed out there to pet them.

Times have changed. Our house is already full, unless we wanted to fully line the walls and make it look like a secondhand furniture store, which we don't. The baby needs a room, the office has to move, and the most underutilized space in the house is the 188 sf occupied the last 5 years by our sweet puppies, Missy (aka: Mischief) and May (aka: Mayhem).

Jeff made sure they had 2 good doghouses, each of which can comfortably accommodate both dogs simultaneously, before banishment from their lifelong safe-haven, effectively making them refugee puppies. Then he proceeded to rip out the walls and insulation, making the already yucky room look and smell like post-Katrina New Orleans. If he only knew about the sad plight of the puppies, Wolf Blitzer would surely re-issue his most famous on-air gaffe "They are so poor, and so black." Well, maybe not, but I'm sure he would feel awful for them in a teary-eyed, bleeding heart, pinko-commie liberal way and then continue to do nothing to resolve the issue.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3OOoMz9LoU
(if you don't believe us)

Disclaimer #1: In no way are we making fun of those displaced by Katrina, but will take every opportunity to rip into the most overrated, self agrandizing personality on television.

Disclaimer #2: Not all views expressed in this blog are fully shared by Norah or her brother.

To add insult to injury, the puppies had their vet check-up, sedation, and teeth cleaning in the same week. Additionally Missy had to undergo a minor tumor removal surgery and had to wear a protective E-Collar to keep her from ripping her stitches out.

With stubborn aspirations of freedom she woke us every few hours for 3 nights with the frustrated sounds of scratching at the satellite dish shaped collar. She ripped half the collar off in the first 24 hours, but the other half did a commendable job until the 4th day when she managed to wedge it tightly enough in the hedge to pull it over her head and escape its restrictive grasp.

She's still trying to figure out what happened to her dog door and how she can regain entry to "her" room, but she isn't wearing a lamp shade on her head and has retained some self respect. It's all about the little victories in life- That, and making room for baby.

Disclaimer #3: Jeff and I have reached a general agreement that we take no responsibility for the views expressed in this blog, and in fact don't even know who types these things anymore. Requests for more photo updates should be submitted by phone or email to Wolf Blitzer of CNN.