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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.

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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.

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Please do not pee all over the couch.

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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!

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Road-trip Recap

In our last post, we showed you what our vacation looked like from Scout’s point of view while staying with her Aunt M. Below is the recounting of our drive to Aunt M, a solid 6.5 to 7 hours away from where we live.

Scout has grown a lot since she took her last road trip over Christmas, so while planning for this vacation we knew that she would no longer fit in her puppy-sized travel crate. After a lot of conversation, we bought a seat cover for our front seat (it was cheaper than the back seat cover, and we needed to pack some things in the back and were worried that Scout, in all her infinite eating ability, would devour whatever we put with her in the back) and a seat belt. Though I was worried that Scout wouldn’t take to the seat belt well (it’s a harness that the seat belt in the car loops through), she actually had no problem at all with it. She let me slip her front legs through it without a complaint.

The car, however, was a different story. She twisted and turned and got herself royally knotted up in the seat belt, and we had to unloop her on a number of occasions. She couldn’t seem to get comfortable. Here she is trying to rest her head on the arm rest between the front seats; she’s had to twist herself into a pretzel to get to this spot.

She’s so sleepy!

What she did like were the cup holders. She quickly learned to use them to balance her bone in, you know, for optimal chewing.

It kind of looks like she’s chewing the gear shift in this photo, but I promise she’s not! We were nervous with her being so close to the shifter, though, so we ended up taking the bone away.

Finally, after about 30 minutes to an hour, Scout got bored, and took a bite of the seat belt. Yes, you read that right, She took one–just one–bite, before B stopped her, and even with one bite, her jaws managed to break right through the belt.

Sigh. So now we have to get the seat belt fixed. (Keep in mind, we’ve only owned this car since January of this year!)

I didn’t do anything, Mom. Remember: Innocent until proven guilty.

Needless to say, Scout wasn’t very comfortable, and after the seat belt munching, neither were we. So on the return trip we stopped and bought a travel crate that was appropriate to her almost-full-grown size, and she snored like a baby all the way home!

A Puppy’s First Thanksgiving

We arrived home last night after visiting with family for Thanksgiving. Not only was this Scout’s first Thanksgiving, but it was also her first time sleeping in another person’s house, her first full-fledged road trip since we brought her home for the first time (at 6.5 hours one way, no less), and her first time having to deal with the back and forth of the holidays.

We stayed at B’s parent’s house, which is a solid 30 minutes outside town. So each day we’d pack Scout up in her travel crate, pack her regular crate and a few toys, and lug her over to B’s sister’s house, which is closer in town. This way, we could get Scout settled and then have the freedom to go shopping without having to drive a full 30 minutes back to the main house every 3.5 hours to let Scout out. Yes, it took quite a  bit of coordinating. But this is the only year we’ll have to do this. Next year Scout will be old enough that we can just leave her at B’s parent’s house and she’ll be fine.

Scout had plenty to do while we were visiting family. B’s sister, M, has a chihuahua-dachshund mix named Edward, and B’s parent’s have a chocolate lab-hound mix named Dixie. The three of them became fast friends. Edward is small, and Scout really enjoyed playing with a dog closer to her own size. (All the dogs in our neighborhood are larger breeds.) We managed to snag some sweet photos before the trip was over.

Dixie is a really sweet dog, and was very gentle with Scout despite begin so much larger than her.

Soon Scout will be much larger than Edward, but for now they were equally matched :)

And what visit to the grandparents’ casa would be complete without being allowed to chew on some previously forbidden objects? Scout isn’t allowed to have people-food at our home, but at B’s parents’ she managed to finagle Texas toast and sweet potato casserole from her Grandma L. What are grandparents for if not to spoil?