Getting Spookacular

(Repeat from main blog, but it applied here, so why not, wont be this way in future, couldn't resist).

The Morgan Team decided to decorate today. I was fortunate enough to find a copious amount of rat poo in the boxes of my wares and fled with whatever I could grab in ten seconds. It's not quite the same with Delilah on vacation, but I made the other kids get into the holiday spirit too. Captioned appropriately.

Are you serious?
Yes baby girl, get used to this.

They dont fit!
And I HATE orange!


Not me, I'm all about orange, is there a reward for this? I'm too old to bother fighting you, she won't listen Mom. Will someone feed me? Look how starved I am!

Fine, if you insist.

You promised, last one.


Here is my table, same as last year. It stands to be eaten by the KyleeMonster, but we did have a talk about it. Can enlarge it's super cute and the cleanest my table ever gets.


Happy first!

-DM

Slowing mom down....

I do have new Kylee updates and it is not a cover to hide that I have finally snapped and killed her. I'm actully waiting for her Friday hike where Dad is going to take my camera and see if he can spot her in the wild. Should prove interesting.

Personality wise, Kylee is night and day depending which parent is home. When left with me, she destroys junk but is sweet apologetic girl. When home with Mr. Morgan, she is a wild beast, baiting to be tackled. She listens to me vaguely when he is home, and has no option BUT to listen to me when he isn't. When he is home and complies to what I say she shoots me a gaze that very much says she's doing it to humor me and gain favor to Mr. I know her little tactics and we often gaze at eachother understanding that a small war is brewing. So! I expect to have more to say come this weekend.

- DM

Love bug.

I cannot possibly explain how much Mr. Morgan means to Kylee, and she to him. Let the camera speak for itself. She's getting more action than I am!

Those two are wonderful, albiet disheartening for me to see the Russian trying to squeeze into the hug pile. He looks like the kid who lost a bet.

Dont' worry, I give him ample attention and he spends a lot of time in the crook of my legs being pet and groomed. We also have a lot of conversations, that of course do not translate verbally, but do emotionally about why Leedy hasn't come home yet. I don't want to give a dog too much credit, as I am apt to do, but he misses her still a great deal and sometimes gives Kylee the dirtiest look and I recognise it as "You are such an imposter. Get out." Truly, I have caught that look more than once and it is above language barriers. Ever had someone give you a glare that you just knew to walk away from with haste? That's the look on his tiny face.

Ok yeah I was going to crop this photo.... chose not to, only to prove what I always confirm - Mr. Morgan is a fucking pig! He lives on the floor beside our bed. Not to say my table is ok, that's the upper right, but most of that junk is picking up what the dog might find during the night. I take full credit for my tardy laundry pile. I dont do much... why waste the water? I can sniff test just fine! However, this was ONE night of his junk, wouldn't it make sense to take the empty with you to get a new? I gave up a long time ago.

Kylee has been going on hikes the last couple of weekends, and Im' told she does very well and was found "floating" down the river. Lazy brat, I believe it. She has also been found more than once in our pool, just... ya know.... chillin. To immediately be caught and charge onto the bedding with a smile I want to slap off of her. I am still trying to catch her in the act of pool lazing, so keep watching for that.

She also is quite interested in soap and the shower. I sit while I shower, not for being lazy, (ok somewhat) but more so because I like the waterfall effect. Kylee insists the door be opened at least six inches or enough to pry her head inside to begin licking all soap off of the host. This dog is a ghost if I ever saw one. Sure I expect her at the shower door, front door, door door.... and most times you can hear the sound of a giant horse barreling about. Then there are the extremely creepy times when you enter a room, and five seconds later you turn around and there she is - laying down like she'd been there the whole time. Sniper Puppy! I know my eyes aren't the best but this animal just appears as though she has a portal wristband with time warp ability. It is seriously weird, and she mocks my lack of understanding.

More soon.

-DM

Update 7 months.

Dear Kylee,

Today you are seven months and nine days old.

You tend to set the schedule around the house and make no apologies for it. You wake up a very nice puppy wondering why we don't pop into action because you happened to stir into consciousness. Your little brother likes to sleep in, and this to you, is quite baffling and unacceptable. To you, it's time to GO! Your brother and I continue to love the sweetness and non-chewy nature of morning puppy, but you often forget that you are the reason that we are so tired.

You've grown a good bit, but mostly wide. Your brother remains wee. He fine with it and so am I. You are also very close to going into heat and your Father has zero clue what we are in for. I expect you to be drawing many suitors soon that I will have to swat with a broom to protect your virginity. My hands will bleed clenching the swat broom to keep you from any such thing. I have more than once sat you down and talked about how lucky you were to not be born a shelter leaving. So let's not make Mama upset with more ... albiet gorgeous.... puppies that are not needed. I'll do my part, you do yours. There's food in it for you, fair?

Last week I kept smelling a completely fowl odor, and you sat by knowing I was blaming your Father. I didn't HEAR it, but the smell filled my nostrils and even woke the Russian. Your Father left for work later that week and it was at least a half hour in passing before that familiar stench reappeared. It was you! And you straight faced lied.

You also helped yourself to all the carrots I was trying to grow. You were not able to stop yourself and wore a guilty face. It's ok, you were only trying to help and they tickled your nose ever so enticingly.

Your new lesson is "no jump" you do not understand your strength and you knock Mama down often, as well as others who simply want to greet you. Your Father is in charge if this correction, we can't have you pummeling guests out of your instinct to be friendly and say hello, baby girl you are too big to do such and people will start to not like you. I know you want to be favored, not recoiled from... so we are going to work on that. We can't have more than one unruly Morgan darling, I took that crown years ago.

Be good.

Love,

Mama

Dilenquent.

Thank you, I was hungry for massive battery.

Kylee has gone from stealing ciggarettes (smoker!) to being found caught with a bottle of Corona (drunk!) and today, ten minutes before I left for an interview stole a purse (theif!) enjoying it's contents, including a bottle of antibiotics I keep on hand for the ever so sneaky UTI (pill popper!) Anything else?

-DM

Update, Month 7

Dear Kylee,

You are a week or so shy of 7 months old. You are a very, VERY pretty girl. When your ears are up from interest you have a stunning profile, but it's when they flop down into happy submission that I feel my heart melting. It's a great photo but part of me laughs because I swear it's a mug shot. Busted! At this particular time though, you were not in trouble, rather you were hopeful for a snack.


Here is the much hunted creature - the Princess Leia Lab.

Your hobbies and interests haven't changed very much, you still think you are quite small, but, aren't.

The once itty bitty showers.....

Are no more.

After your first long hike with Marley, your father wanted to wash the brown off of you. This is not the same as when I scream I am going the slap the brown off of you. You took the water as a personal insult and all but melded yourself to the end of the shower wall. I was close to going to the kitchen for a spatula to pry you off of it.

This morning you spooned with your father for at least two hours, making me almost fall to the floor as there isn't quite enough room for four on our bed. When I protested, your father said your breath smelled better so you had won the match.

When Bosslady's Daughter came to visit this week you went out of control, performing your renowned crotch pounce, I struggled with you for a minute or so when she came over and I admitted defeat "You get this end!" and the two of us finally got your crazed behind out the door. You are very strong. Strong and clumsy has made me look like a battered housewife for months now, and should I ever make a fake claim against your dad, I'd have a case with the wounds you've given me. You also have your father's mentality, in that when I yelp from you getting too rough, you give me the most sarcastic look and I think I even once heard you call me a wimp. So what! All fun and games until Mom gets hurt, remember she is the one who can open the fridge Kylee.

Your father and I had a quarrel this last week and in the middle of it, you walked between us and pissed on the floor. You swiftly ended our argument with this rather clever manuever. Both of us looked at you, then each other and couldn't believe what you had done. You walked two feet away, sat proper and looked at us to see if the squabble would continue. Interesting move, and proof you are in fact listening because I dismiss a lot of things and complain by saying "well piss!" You are wise beyond your young little mind.

I love you and you are trying to stay a good girl.

Love,

Mama

For Simon, yes YOU

Kylee won't stop eating her brother. Not just that, she sees the limp and a cradling of a bad leg and goes for it. We don't know what to do about it.

We built Simon an elaborate system of stairs that he completely ignores and comtinues to throw his stupid self off the bed/couch will full force. He is managing very well as a tripod and actually gets some decent momentum, but it pains us to watch it all the same.

He is not a drumstick Kylee! STOP IT! Honestly, he is just old. All she did was brush against him and every since he won't use the leg. I'm aware she isn't a shy lean, I'm embarrassed to go on interviews with all my wounds, but damn Simon...... we didn't know he was so fragile.

Now is not the time to be begging a knee surgery. We think if he would just use the damned stairs he could good himself a rest. I've all but lined them with fur to entice him, still, nothing. Advice is welcomed. we have been separating them when Kyles goes into "frantic tumble" but it's really becoming a drag. Not because we are inconvenienced, although there are times of "YOUR TURN!", but because the moment they are separated they whine to be back together. It's non stop breaking up fights. While I love Kylee I get pissed at her when she is rough on him. He is not 6 months old like you asshole knock it the fuck off! She's replies "pfffffft"

Simon does not like Kylee like she does Leedy, but he acts like a big brother, always watching where she is and if he needs to shake his head and let her know that it's not acceptable. Sometimes I think he hopes she'll be beaten and will point me to the right direction "She's over there, beat her." (I'm learning Russian).

Both Mr. Morrgan and I have noticed a strong down fall in Simon since Delilah moved out. She took a good part of his spirit with her, it makes us very sad. Mostly me, as they were mine. All mine. It's a difficult thing, he's not very smart, but it's so palpable.... just kills me again and again like the day we let her move out. I hate reminders.

I have my eye on him like mad, but even as silly as he is, he definitely has his own agenda, as do I, to keep my wee man happy, fed, and safe in his home. We'd have taken him to vet, but they've told us what's wrong and they say it doesnt hurt him. I have to say I am seriously not ready to deal with another dog aging and the consequences of it. My heart just can't. But those are the obligations, he'll be fine and pop that knee back in if he'll just stop ... being him? See the problem? Who am I to tell him how to live even if I know what's best. I have cared for him to be who he is, as long as he relieves himself outside and is a good listener. Tricky. Good thoughts for The Pickle. I'd post a photo, but it's depressing, so have chosen not to. The man deserves dignity during his down time.

- DM