Bogart

This month, one year ago, I got my baby Bogart.  If anyone else has that TimeHop app then you know it can be both a blessing and a curse.   Everyday I see photos of my sweet Boogie and realize just how hard it still is.  I want to print out photos of him and put them up, but I still can't.  Every time I see his sweet, sweet face I can't help but tear up remembering the bond he and I shared and the love I had for this sweet baby pup.  I think it is harder yet that school is so stressful and when school was stressful he was always the one to sit with me while I studied and would relax me.


I miss him.


The other day Ryan asked me if I was ever going to get another dog.  Part of me wants to, but part of me feel like the process is going to be too hard.  That I don't know what I would get.  I am waiting and praying and hoping that IF (B I G IF) I'm to have a new pup, then God will open a door and show me.   In the interim, I still talk to my boogie's little box of ashes.  And still love his sweet toy story blanket that he chewed a bunch of holes in.  And I still look at my photos of his beautiful face and remember that he was such a blessing.  I needed him and he needed me.   Does this feeling ever go away?

Dogs with Socks... I don't have a problem...

Recently, thanks in part to my dear friend Tara and her tiny baby Puff, I have become OBSESSED with the idea of buying Bogart socks.   (It's not my fault RYAN!  Puff made me do it!)

Puff, the one who started it all... That face!

I know you are all rolling your eyes thinking to yourself, "oh gosh, not one of those dog people".... and I can honestly say... I might have a teensy problem, yes, but you are all just as amused as I am by photos of Dogs in Socks!  Don't deny it.  You're laughing out loud, maybe trying to stifle a quick chuckle... but you are amused.  So you can't judge!

So up until the last few weeks, I was only that person who was obsessed with her dog put shirts etc on the dog.  Then, thanks in part to instagram, and in part to how damn cute my friend's dog looked in dog socks, I knew I had to get Bogart a pair.

Yesterday at Petsmart (I really should not be allowed within 500 feet of that store because I have a pet obsession) I found a pair of socks on sale!  (Sale Ryan! that means I HAD to get them.  Think of all the money I saved!) Not only were they the cutest, tiniest things I'd ever seen, they were also KERMIT THE FREAKING FROG.   This seemed clandestine.  My aunt Yamina calls my gram Petites cuisses de grenouille... which translate to "little frog legs"... well Bogart has very tiny boney frog legs...  Just. Like.  Gram.... Say it with me... PERFECT.

Come at me Ladies!

This poor dog, I don't know why he loves me as much as he does... but he did not seem to mind the socks on bit.   My other baby, Bella on the other hand, was not amused.  My cousin G is sitting over here telling me I have a problem and she can't imagine when I have kids of my own... but to that i have two things to say:

    1. It's only a problem if I start putting the neighborhood animals in socks!  Can you imagine, like how people graffiti things, or put goggly eyes on random neighborhood objects?  Like a drive by socking... Just picture looking down and suddenly your cat/dog/horse/iguana is wearing a cute pair of socks.  I personally thing this is a far better form of expression than graffiti... and a little more fun than Googly Eyes because I would be helping the animals keep their feets warm.  You're welcome fellow pet owners!   However I will not because that would be expensive to get so MANY socks, and frankly that would make me the mother Theresa of cold footed animals Crazy.

    2. After my rant with the first item I cannot seem to remember by second rebuttal.... Oh yeah. My kids will be SO WELL DRESSED! BOOM.

"You're embarrassing me MOM"

Even Gram tried them on. 

She took hers off right away

Not so amused

Over the freeways and through the traffic, to Grandmother's house we go...

Today I took Bogart on his first car trip with me, and I learned just what a terrible driver I am.

Let's preface this with the fact that I drive a manual car.  For those of you who do not know what this is, it means I have to actually shift my own car gears... which means sometimes the ride is less than smooth.

Bogart, being the little curious bug he is, has yet to grasp the concept of sitting down quietly in a seat.  He decided that he had to a half stand/sit/levatate on the incredibly small center console while I drove.  He managed to do this odd move pretty well but every time I hit a bump, shifted, stopped, slowed down in standard SoCal traffic, he realized how shaking his footing was on the teeny tiny center console and flailed around like a fish out of water.  

One would assume after the first time I stopped and he flailed he would learn, but no.  I even broke my cardinal rule and let him sit in the front seat, thinking maybe this would help, NOPE.  He then proceeded to sit backwards on the center console.

Guess this means I'm pulling out the doggie puppy seat that someone gave me forever ago in an attempt to keep the pup from flailing like a total goober.

perched like a bird on the console

Yes, he did sit like this for a good 10 mins.  Check out that tush!