My Husband Failed...

... his weigh-in, that is.

Recently we had our monthly weigh-in visit with the vet. And when I say we, I mean Hubs. Unfortunately, Hubs was down almost 4 pounds. Typically seeing a lower number on the scale would make me jump for joy while I run out for celebratory ice cream, but in this case we needed a bigger number.

With a goal weight between 95 and 100, Hubs is now working from a larger deficit. Entering my home at 88lbs, he is now down to 84.5. Instead of 10lbs, we now have to get him up 15lbs.

Now, I know I could easily give him peanut butter at every turn and give him snacks for just being cute- and I have to admit my Husband is super cute, but I want him to gain in a healthy way. Healthy pup, happy pup- right? We run 3-4 times a week. Not long distances though- his hips can't take longer runs, and frankly neither can my motivation at the moment. So it will have to be a gradual gain.

Fingers crossed I'm not finding the weight he's losing.
Fingers crossed next weigh-in we'll get a gold star.

Mission pack on the pounds is underway!

Cool-down on the tile floor-- isn't he cute?

My Husband has a foot fetish.

Yep, it's true. Husband has a foot fetish. He loves feet. Really, he does. He's not bias to whom the feet belong either. Any feet suit his fancy. Feet in shoes, feet in socks, bare feet, feet in flip-flops. He will stop playing in the floor if a foot is near, just to get a lick. Bare toes beware, you will slobbery upon entering the house.

If he's not licking feet, he's licking shoes. Or worse-- chewing them.

Exhibit A: The rain boots- no more.

Exhibit B: What were my go-to summertime wedges- no more.

Exhibit C: What was and is one of my gym shower shoes- yes I still wearing them at the gym, it's a whole step- slide, step- slide combo- quite annoying.

You might be thinking to yourself <or aloud- mom, I can hear you>, "Well Staci, maybe if you picked up after yourself and put your shoes where they belong, this wouldn't have happened." 

No, no, no. I do put my shoes up <for the most part> that wedge and that flip flop you see up there were in a bag. In a bag, not in the floor, not just thrown across the room- In.A.Bag. My devious, not-so little hubby poked around in my bag and found a shoe and then devoured it.

I guess this only means that I have to go shopping. Obviously my husband encourages it :)

Life on a Leash

Hubs here. I find it only fitting that if this is a blog about the life with Staci and Husband, then I should report in periodically to share my side of this life. I can't let the human do all the talking- though typically I can't get a bark in edgewise- but this is the life.  Plus, she's been slacking lately- she keeps muttering something about a dissertation. I'm not sure what that is, but she's been reading a lot of papers as of late. So I'm taking the reigns, er leash for now.

Standing at a whopping 3 feet tall, I definitely see this world from a different perspective. I'm here to tell you all about it.

So what's it like in this new life? That's the question I get the most from the my dogs in the 'hood. Yeah, you hear that barking around town, that's how we communicate. Remember seeing 101 Dalmatians? That barking chain is real- we're not saving a hundred puppies from a crazy-fur-wearing mad woman or anything, but we do chat occasionally. So what's it like? Well, I have to say I'm getting used to the routine and really starting to find my place in the household- which is anywhere I want to be- I'm kind of a big guy so not much is dictated by others. I did learn my manners from my previous owners, so I'm not into everything- yet.

I have a roommate, which is nice because I like being around others- her name is Heidi. I got the human to snap a pic of the two of us playing. She's pretty cool- not high maintenance and likes to play. She sticks around during the day when the humans leave for long periods of time- they always come back though.

Heidi and I playing. 

Before coming to the house, my previous owners put me up in this hotel of sorts which was more like a jail cell- cinder block walls, fencing for doors and everything. Not exactly sure what I did to deserve that, but I suppose it all worth it. Now I'm lapping up the luxury. I even have my own bed! I don't always fit on, but I'm getting used this treatment. 

Relaxing after a tough day of play. 

In addition to getting used to the new digs, I've also been getting acquainted with the locals. Not all of them are all that friendly, but I think I'm starting to grow on them. 

And so there's a dog's eye view into my life so far. We went to the dog park today. That place is pretty fun- lots of fun to be had there. 

Until next time- I'll nudge the human to be more consistent with this. I'm not the quickest at typing- she's much quicker than me.