This little guy is in the dog house.
I am so sick and tired of cleaning up his pee from various objects in my house!
I don’t understand it. He will get up and pee somewhere in the house at night then come back to bed.
He pees in random places when we aren’t looking, on things like the kids’ toys or a basket of clean folded laundry.
This morning he peed on the bottom drawer of my stove and it ran all under the stove and inside the drawer.
Then he peed on the kids’ Little People garage.
I have banished him to the backyard, where my tiniest bantam chicken chases him around pecking him.
He runs yelping with his tail tucked. Serves him right!
My other two (big) dogs never pee in the house. Ever.
I just don’t know what his deal is! A lot of people told me that Chihuahuas are notorious for never fully house training.
Maybe that’s it? He knows he isn’t supposed to pee in the house.
He’s fixed, it’s not territory marking…it’s a full bladder of pee several times a day.
He is healthy and chipper, no signs of infection. His pee isn’t cloudy or anything either.
I try to put him outside to go potty every couple of hours. He doesn’t even drink that much!
At night I let him out after midnight, then Rosie lets him out at 6 when she gets up.
I can’t take anymore. I can’t. I don’t know what to do with him.
He’s Tyler’s little dog. The kids love him and play with him all the time.
He plays fetch for hours, follows along after you without a leash, puts up with kid poking and prodding, and he even smiles on command.
But…he pisses on everything then puts his big bat ears down and hides in the closet.
I’m going to try crating him at night, even though he will cry and whine non-stop.
(We gave up on crating before because every morning when Tyler comes in from work at 4:30 or 5 Manuel wakes up and whines and barks, then wakes up the kids.)
Yesterday evening it was sunny and in the 40’s outside, so the girls and I took a walk to see the neighbor’s insane blow-up Christmas display around the corner.
(And so I could test out my new delicious 5d Mark II outside…ulterior motive…)
In front of our little house…
Daddy leaving for work…
Sadly watching Daddy drive away.
Rosie always wants to pose like this for the camera for some reason.
And pose like this…
Rosie and Ada are best friends. I always hoped they would be, and now it’s actually happened.
They fight sure, but they also absolutely adore each other!
Oh yeah, we were going for a walk, remember?
It’s amazing how what would be a two minute walk by yourself turns into an hour’s walk with little ones.
Rosie was running ahead the entire time. She is too old for pictures and toddling along, so she claims.
Ada on the other hand is content to walk along at a snails pace while singing merrily.
What! Walk faster! No way Momma!
Life is too gorgeous to rush right through each moment!
Wait! Oh my gosh! There is a huge blow up Santa on that roof over there, see it through that yard?
A stunned silence.
Well, silent except for the sounds of the Christmas mix radio station…
Ada was hyperventilating.
Usage of new camera continued today.
Rosie prefers not to be a test subject. How dare she grow up and have preferences!
Ada doesn’t mind though.
Actually she did start minding after a little while.
Oh, oops, tested my camera on you Rosie!
(She has a headband on wrong, making her hair all crazy messy.)
About 10 seconds before she ran off and got the cat grooming scissors (still don’t know how she reached them) and tried to cut her hair.
Abby looking at the mail truck out the window and trying so hard not to bark.
The sheer force caused by the strain of not barking at the mailman may cause her eyeballs to rocket out from their sockets and bounce off the walls.
Hey look, my camera works in the backyard too!
I cannot get enough of kissing those fat cheeks!
Weird flower, blooming in winter. We’ve had multiple heavy frosts now.
My beloved Dumbledore, the Silkie rooster.
Tyler took those pictures. I’m trying to teach him how to use my camera in manual mode so he can be a second shooter.
Husband and wife photography team for the win!
He’s doing pretty good so far.
He also took these few of Ada and Rosie:
Ok, enough new camera pictures.
Tomorrow I’m hoping we can set up our Christmas tree.
We have this tradition in our little family that an elf will be sent by Santa to come and check to see if our household is ready for Christmas.
When the elf runs through the house checking he drops gold (chocolate) coins.
Rosie believes 100% that the elf is real and will be coming any second now to check–she can’t believe we aren’t ready yet!
She’s so excited.
We’ve been doing this since she was little, before I’d ever heard of this Elf on the Shelf business.
Did you all see the Elf on the Shelf TV special that was basically like a giant infomerical?
It was under the guise of being a children’s cartoon, but it lacked real depth and seemed more like an advertisement than anything.
Our elf is just a sneaky coin dropping spy.