#petporn
What's say we check on the monkeys?
I've had to wrestle with a dilemma recently, namely deciding whether or not to let Bean and Pix become puppy parents. My calender and eyeballs had me convinced that the time was nigh, so when Pixie got her shots I asked the vet for confirmation that it was okay, because she's such a tiny little Pixel. He said it was up to her, so I knew it was on. Being as she's pretty much as shameless as Blanche Devereaux and all.
I have pretty much always planned on allowing Bean to breed, though I flinch with guilt whenever I hear Sarah McLachlan warbling. But, I feel like there has to be room in the world for responsible breeding too, and Bean and Pixie both have their AKC papers. Plus, how could you not want to multiply this cuteness?
Pix's a total sweetheart, as opposed to Bean who is a bit of a land shark.
If you look closely you can see how she earned her nickname of "Dubba Toofs", the double set of canine teeth that she had going on. I had to help pop most of those buggers out myself when they were finally ready. That and the bills I been dropping on my own teeth lately have me convinced that in another life I could totally have been a rich DDS.
Beaner dog!
Bean's big adventure recently was getting the hell stung out of his face, which promptly exploded:
After an emergency shot and some Kid's Benadryl, he was recuperating. I had to baby him all day:
And speaking of adventure, during the course of writing this entry, Escape Cat aka Skitzo managed to make another escape, only to eventually return. Sneakaskitz.
Back to B&P, Beaner was more than aware that Pixie was fair game, because he was a dog possessed. He wouldn't let her out of his sight, and he was downright evil in his enforcement.
Did his persistence pay off? Not to be too crass, but I think this face speaks for itself:
So after a few days of that, suddenly it was like a light switch. I had been worried that Bean was going to be newly evil for the rest of his life, but suddenly one day I looked down and the little momma's boy was curled up next to me like a cuddlebug. Nice to have him back.
As far as whether I will soon fulfill my destiny of being an Italian grandmother (to some puppies), the jury is out. Pixie has definitely gained weight, but the vet wasn't able to confirm for sure whether she's preggers. He is "highly suspicious", however, and thinks he heard two baby heartbeats on the ultrasound!!! So the outlook is good for Christmas Puppies. Wish us luck!
I've had to wrestle with a dilemma recently, namely deciding whether or not to let Bean and Pix become puppy parents. My calender and eyeballs had me convinced that the time was nigh, so when Pixie got her shots I asked the vet for confirmation that it was okay, because she's such a tiny little Pixel. He said it was up to her, so I knew it was on. Being as she's pretty much as shameless as Blanche Devereaux and all.
I have pretty much always planned on allowing Bean to breed, though I flinch with guilt whenever I hear Sarah McLachlan warbling. But, I feel like there has to be room in the world for responsible breeding too, and Bean and Pixie both have their AKC papers. Plus, how could you not want to multiply this cuteness?
Pix's a total sweetheart, as opposed to Bean who is a bit of a land shark.
If you look closely you can see how she earned her nickname of "Dubba Toofs", the double set of canine teeth that she had going on. I had to help pop most of those buggers out myself when they were finally ready. That and the bills I been dropping on my own teeth lately have me convinced that in another life I could totally have been a rich DDS.
Beaner dog!
Bean's big adventure recently was getting the hell stung out of his face, which promptly exploded:
After an emergency shot and some Kid's Benadryl, he was recuperating. I had to baby him all day:
And speaking of adventure, during the course of writing this entry, Escape Cat aka Skitzo managed to make another escape, only to eventually return. Sneakaskitz.
Back to B&P, Beaner was more than aware that Pixie was fair game, because he was a dog possessed. He wouldn't let her out of his sight, and he was downright evil in his enforcement.
Did his persistence pay off? Not to be too crass, but I think this face speaks for itself:
So after a few days of that, suddenly it was like a light switch. I had been worried that Bean was going to be newly evil for the rest of his life, but suddenly one day I looked down and the little momma's boy was curled up next to me like a cuddlebug. Nice to have him back.
As far as whether I will soon fulfill my destiny of being an Italian grandmother (to some puppies), the jury is out. Pixie has definitely gained weight, but the vet wasn't able to confirm for sure whether she's preggers. He is "highly suspicious", however, and thinks he heard two baby heartbeats on the ultrasound!!! So the outlook is good for Christmas Puppies. Wish us luck!