Catching Up With Peanut

Oh, man.  Peanut hasn’t been on the blog since before Christmas.  Before Christmas!!!  That has to be remedied.  Lucky for us, he was particularly cute this weekend.

Exhibit A: Peanut in the dark

nut in darkExhibit B: Peanut soaking up some sun

nut in sunIs it just me, or does he look extraordinarily lengthy in his sun-soaking posture?

Right after I took that picture, I patted him on his head, which woke him from his sun-stupor.  He was none too happy to be woken up.  But he got back to his busy schedule pretty quickly.  Don’t worry, the prince was only momentarily disturbed for the making of this blog post.

Happy Couch + Window (+Peanut) Reunion

Well, we’re slowly but surely getting a grasp on “normal life” after vacation life.  I think I like jet lag a lot less at 30 than I did at 21.  But you know who’s really really happy?

Peanut.

He was treated like a king while we were gone, so he wasn’t exactly sad for the past few weeks.  But he was sad for the past month or so while we worked on the floors.  Mostly because we moved his favorite couch spot away from his favorite window spot.  What’s a moderately short dog to do when you take away his primary window/sunny spot?  Mope.  And mope he did.

Last night, we moved our large furniture back upstairs onto the new floors (pretty!), amid much pain and smashing of fingers and toes.  Jet lag + moving furniture at night = many small disasters.

Anyway, I woke up this morning to find no Peanut in our bedroom.  That’s strange behavior if ever I heard of strange behavior.  He likes to be close to his people when possible.

Then I heard a dog jump off the couch and scramble towards the bedroom.  He was definitely sleeping in his reunited favorite spot(s).  It was pretty cute.  All this morning he sat there, just soaking up the happiness.

sunny spot 1So much happiness:

sunny spot 2I wish I had such a great reaction to every furniture move we make.  But hey, one out of every thousand times we move a piece of furniture, the crowd rejoices.  I’ll accept that.

(You know what else is nice?  I put up curtains last night just so enjoy the newly installed curtain rods, planning to iron said curtains later.  Only when I looked at them this morning, the combo of open windows and humid Virginia air had taken out almost all of the offending wrinkles.  Victory for the impatient decorator!)

Sad Birthday

You know how I mentioned Peanut’s birthday/anniversary/birthiversary?  Well, the poor little guy had a pretty terrible day-o’-celebration.

It started innocently enough with frolics in the woods, etc.  He came inside when I got home from work, and he was happy as could be.  Then about an hour later, there was blood dripping onto the floor, and it wasn’t from Scott or from me.  That only left one bleeder in our house, and it was indeed Peanut.

We think it was a cyst that popped, and that sucker was gross.  I will spare you the details, but it ended up with Peanut bleeding for hours and a pencil-sized hole in his skin.  Yuck.

Scott provided compression for about 2 and a half hours while I scurried back and forth trying to make dinner and do laundry and help with the unwilling patient.  It was quite a family birthday adventure.

dog on apronThis is Peanut moping on my apron-clad lap.  He was so tired from struggling to get away from Scott and compression of wound that he just flopped onto my lap for an hour.  Poor bleeder.

photo-1Sure, it’s hard to see what this is, but I’ll fill you in.  It’s Peanut’s back left leg and his awesome homemade bandage.  What are you supposed to do with old curtains from the last owner of your house?  Cut them into nice, bright bandages, of course!  Preferably after you’ve used them as drop cloths for multiple painting projects (and washed them after that). 

The good news is that at the end of Peanut’s ordeal (or the end of the major bleeding), he had beef birthday treats to enjoy.  And he did enjoy them.  I think we all felt a lot better after he ate his beef treats.

Happy Birthiversary, Peanut!

Today is Peanut’s 9th birthiversary.  By that, I mean that it’s our anniversary of Peanut ownership, and we think he’s approximately 9 years old.  It has been an epic 7 years of cuddles and adventures. 

This is what he looked like when we met:

panting peanutHe seemed so much taller in his profile picture.  Online dating, you know?  (No really.  Petfinder.com.)  Now he’s a bit salt and pepper (mostly pepper), and I think he’s held up well. 

The sad thing about this 9th birthiversary?  When I got Peanut, the vet said he was between 1 and 4 years old.  Which wasn’t a big deal at the time.  He was somewhere in the “adolescent” category either way.  The problem is that 7 years later, he is somewhere between 9 and 12 years old.  I really hope he’s 9.  We’re planning at least 5 more years of frolics through the woods with Peanut (who is an avid hiker and explorer, by the by). 

But back to the happy side of the birthiversary.  The birthday boy will be receiving a portion of dog ice cream today–haven’t decided between peanut butter or chicken flavor yet.  Big choice, you know?!  If he knew about said ice cream, he would probably be moderately excited until he saw a rabbit in the yard.  He’s easily distracted. 

If he’s a really really lucky dog, we’re going to move his favorite couch back into his favorite sunny spot in front of his favorite window tonight.  That’s the plan.  He’s been moping under the window the past few days–dreaming of sunny window-watching sessions past and days when our main living area wasn’t covered in wood shavings.  Hopefully he’ll be able to relax on a throne of couch again tomorrow.

Happy birthiversary, Peanut!

(Oh, you think this is too much for a dog’s birthday?  At least I’m not the person who posted this link on Pinterest: “How to keep your pet party below $100.”  We accomplish that by only inviting Peanut to his birthday party and giving him scratches as his present.  No complaints from Peanut yet.)

Living Area Final Countdown

We’re finally getting close to the end of our living area projects.  Sort of.  There’s always another tier of projects after the current tier.  But the big, expensive, troublesome projects are almost finished.  Woohoo! 

Peanut is still putting his good friend Duck in the middle of the action.

duck

We’re starting to move some furniture back into its rightful spot.  Which means that some of my favorite random objects are finding a home outside of the cabinets again.

photo-1Last but not least, we’re still growing varieties of squash that we didn’t plant–healthy volunteer acorn squash this time.

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Do you see that gorgeous hardwood floor in the background?!  It’s 99% installed, and it feels like an absolute luxury to walk around barefoot again.  No more construction zone, no more boards with nails sticking up all over the room.  We are happy, happy, happy.

Finding Momo and Sniffing Peanut

One thing I love about the internet is that you can find pretty much anything on it.  That can be a very bad thing, because there are lots of things in the world that I don’t want to know about.  Usually, it’s a great thing.  Your brand of humor exists somewhere on the internet.  Someone who likes the same types of books you like is writing about their favorite stories somewhere on the internet.  Someone is creating recipes you would absolutely love and posting them to the internet. 

Scott showed me a new-to-me website yesterday that is right up my alley–Find Momo.

Do you see Momo?  Momo is Andrew Knapp’s dog (Andrew Knapp is a photographer), and Knapp posts pictures in which Momo is hiding.  Lots of them. 

photo by Andrew Knapp

photo by Andrew Knapp

photo by Andrew Knapp

photo by Andrew Knapp

Some of them are more about Momo than about the scenery around Momo.

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photo by Andrew Knapp

What do I love about this site?  Well, it’s all about a man, his dog, and the adventures they have together.  It takes a lot of dog awesomeness to hide and be patient like Momo.  Good job, Momo!  The pictures are nice, and the dog is cute.  What’s not to love?  Plus, the Where’s Waldo aspect of the site is pretty fun.

All of this Momo fun made me think about what Peanut would be able to do for daily pictures.  Stand on things like Maddie

photo by Theron Humphrey

photo by Theron Humphrey

Nope.  The best thing I could come up with is “Guess what Peanut’s rolling in.”  Not very inspirational.  It would also get very predictable after a while.  The options really boil down to A) deer excrement, B) dead frog, or C) dead rodent.  Yep, that’s the short list.  And yet Peanut gets new joy out of the experience every single time and repeats it regularly.

At least we have a happy, beloved critter, right?  A happy critter who was bathed on Sunday and Tuesday because he indulged in some rolling where he shouldn’t.  Long story short, Momo and Maddie are very talented dogs with talented photographer owners, and I’m glad they share the joy with the rest of us.