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A New Start

2013 has proven to be almost more than we can handle. Between family health issues, busy working situations, and life in general, we haven’t had a spare moment to update you on Scout and Zoey. But now we’re past (hopefully) the craziness, and it’s time for a recap!

Last Saturday, we moved. I know, again. But this time is the last time for a very long time. Very. We don’t necessarily believe in “forever” homes, but this would be something like that. A home to grow into, however that may be. We’ll call it a “forever-ish” home. This is it.

Getting here has been harder than we anticipated, and it’s left B and me both physically and emotionally exhausted. Scout and Zoey have been real champs though. Through packing and relocating, we’ve been worried about how the girls would handle it, especially Zoey. Move-in day was last Saturday, and we waited until that morning to put Zoey in her carrier and bring her to the new house. In every single previous transportation experience, Zoey has emptied her bowels in the carrier within the first three minutes. The stench. You guys. It’s way too powerful, and horrible, to drive with a cat sitting in urine and waste in a cat carrier that’s in your lap. We started to put towels in the carrier to absorb the urine and help get us to the vet’s office. We minimized the reasons to take Zoey out of the house—ever. (Dr. C is always a champ about it. They clean her up when we get there and do their best with her. Gotta love a great vet.)

So we were understandably terrified of transporting her to the new home, but we did our best to keep these emotions in lock down on Saturday morning. We believe that pets (and kids, for that matter) feed off of their parents’ energy, so I tried to keep my apprehension under control as I coaxed Zoey out from under our bed and then gently fed her into the carrier. She immediately tensed up as her head neared the carrier, but she let me put her in it without trouble. Then we high-tailed it out the door.

On the way, she cried a few times, but nothing like the howls of agony we were waiting for. And no bowel movements! Zoey was truly remarkable and held it together better than she has ever done before. We got her settled in the bathroom at the new house, closed the door, and left her to acclimate while we hustled around with the movers.

For her part, Scout spent the majority of the day in her crate so that she wouldn’t be under the movers’ feet as they unloaded. It wasn’t fun for her, and we could tell that she was stressed and wanted to be with us exploring this new place. But that wasn’t in the cards until the movers left.

Scout has surprised us with this transition. Normally it’s Zoey who is stressed and anxious about changes, but this time, Scout has had the harder time. Zoey was almost bubbly when we let her out of the bathroom into the rest of the house, following us around downstairs, sunning herself in the dining room, and rubbing on the carpet. We’ve been in awe of Zoey’s relaxed personality these past two days, totally outside her normal demeanor in these situations. Scout, normally our bubbly personality, has been the opposite: stressed and concerned. She spent the majority of yesterday following us around with worry lines across her forehead as we unpacked, until she finally fell asleep out of exhaustion.


We’re sure that as our routine falls back into place Scout will acclimate to this new environment. In the meantime, we’ve tried to settle her in by keeping the same breakfast and dinner routine, the same house rules, and lots of love and attention. This new home has a few areas that we’re excited about for the girls, namely a screened-in porch and a big backyard, so there will be lots for them to enjoy as we settle in to a new home.


An Update, in Photos

We took these shots of the girls the other day, and wanted to share:

zoey in the kitchen


Things have been quiet here for the girls, which is nice. For B and me, well, it’s been anything but quiet! But we like that when we come home, the girls are always waiting, always ready for a snuggle and, in Scout’s case, a walk. They are very good at helping us decompress from the long workdays.

A Vacation and a House-sitter

I didn’t realize it had been so long since we last updated. Life has been pretty busy around here, and after many weeks of going, going, going, B and I are heading out for a long-awaited vacation on Thursday. Unlike last year, Scout will not be going with us. This time, it’s just Mom and Dad.


Scout at Kiawah Island, SC, in August 2012

In the meantime, B and I are doing something we’ve never done: arranged for a house-sitter. A friend and co-worker of mine will be staying at our place while we’re away, which will allow Scout and Zoey to remain at home, comfortable, and somewhat in their routines. (This is our hope.) But as we clean the house a little extra in preparation, I find myself with that worrisome parental vibe going on. Please, please behave, I think to myself.

Please do not eat the rest of our books.


Please do not pee all over the couch.


Please do not try to steal the jar of flour and devour it in the living room (which I caught Scout doing on Friday morning, just as she was about to rip the lid off the jar and scatter flour all over the newly cleaned room). Please do not eat any of our house-sitter’s belongings (Scout) or throw up in her shoes (Zoey). Please do not get a sudden ear infection or have any other cause to be rushed to the vet’s.

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Please be kind to one another, like you were that random day you sat side by side on the couch and made me think hell had finally frozen over.

Do all of this because you love me. And because this house-sitter will probably spoil you rotten if you behave. It’s a good deal for you, girls. I promise!

This is What It’s Like to…

this is what its like to

scout and zoey printer

…hog the sun from your cat-sister.

zoey printer

…watch Mom print from the comfort of the window on a sunny day.

scout desk

…think “It’s quitting time, folks.”

Scout Lives to Tell the Tale

Since we last checked in with you, Scout has healed from her rice-eating extravaganza. After about four or five days, she was back to 100%. Even her bowel movements were normal again. Dr. C chatted with us, and we all agreed that Scout is fine, she just seems to be going through a little naughty phase. Dogs do that, a friend of mine said. “Wait until she eats your birthday cake off the counter. On your birthday. Then we can talk.”

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But still, The Rice Event of January has stuck with us. We haven’t left Scout out of her crate while we aren’t home for weeks now. We just can’t predict what she might eat. After all, we never saw the rice coming. This experience has taught me one thing: Never, ever get rid of your dog crate. Boy, has crate training come in handy, far past Scout’s mastery of housebreaking. After doing it the first time, I don’t think I’d raise a dog without it.

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The only other remnant of the rice incident has been our running joke about Zoey. Surely she’s the one who pointed out the location of the rice to Scout, don’t you think? ;) Why else does a dog who has never cared about rice suddenly eat 2.5 pounds of it? It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve caught Zoey in the act of setting Scout up for failure. Once, I watched as Zoey brought Scout her ball, dropped it at her feet, and then sauntered away to watch as Scout tried to figure out if the ball was a gift, and thus completely legal for dogs to play with, or still an off-limits cat toy. After deliberating a few minutes, Scout decided the ball was hers, and tore it to shreds (joyfully). If I hadn’t watched the whole thing unfold, Scout would have gotten in trouble for destroying a Zoey toy. Cats! Sneaky little buggers…

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This is What It’s Like to…

…be fascinated by the little things in life.