A new puppy and a weird Saturday

NO WE DID NOT GET A NEW PUPPY. I am not insane, I promise.

Last week I went with my friend, Gina, to pick up her possible new addition to their little family. Gina, if you remember, owns the boxer that Bella always plays with- Dallas. Gina found a 5 month old boxer puppy online that needed a new home because she was having to stay in her crate for 8 hours every day of the week (note: HORRIBLE for high energy boxers). Gina has been wanting to get another dog for a while because Dallas needs a playmate more often than just 2-3 days a week with Bella SO she decided to have a "trial" with this dog to see how she fit in with their family. I was the support group when she picked her up for the trial. Yes, Tim and I did tell Gina was insane for getting 2 boxers.

Little boxer puppy... Her name is Millie but Gina and her boyfriend Brad have since changed it to Mollie...and have SINCE officially decided to keep her and have named her Moxie. She's all white except for this brindle eye patch. Adorable! She's also a very good dog who just needed a little bit of TLC to become a little, confident boxer. I actually see similar personalities between her and Bella. They are quite the pair when they play together... Moxie is Bella's match.

And on the car ride home... she was a little bit confused.

On Saturday morning of last weekend, at 9am to be exact, we started to hear noises outside. This freaked the hell out of Bella because on Friday night she got spooked by fireworks from a local high school after they won their football game. So she starts "protecting" our house from these noises (aka: howling, barking). Lovely. We jump up from our quiet, relaxing morning to realize that painters are here and are literally taping us inside our house. We knew that our house was going to be painted but YOU WOULD THINK that someone would give us a heads up as to when it would be done, especially if it was going to be on a WEEKEND. Um, nope. Wrong assumption.

This was bad for several reasons: a) we had to break out/break in to our house anytime we wanted to go anywhere (see picture above of a breakout) b) we couldn't get the cars out of the garage since no one gave us a heads up and c) no one had made any color choices on WHAT COLOR would be painted so it was a little questionable as to HOW the painting was beginning without a color choice.

Then it got worse. We started to hear the painters using our water again. Which, fine, if they have to but AT LEAST ASK. They had already pressured washed every house around us a couple of weeks ago with our water without our permission which is annoying. So they use our water again Saturday morning and THEN we notice that they had broken.into.our.garage. (SERIOUSLY! Who does that?!) to plug into an outlet. IN THE GARAGE (with all of our personal property, tools, and not to mention brand new cars) without telling us or asking us... and yes, there are outlets outside. UGH. So we locked their extension cord inside the garage. And then proceeded to break out/in from the house every time Bella had to pee or we had to go somewhere. Whatever. If they are going to inconvenience us, we will inconvenience them. ANNOYING. Seriously, on a weekend?! Just annoying. It baffles me. Why not do it during the workweek when no one is home?

Anyway, I digress.

Since we couldn't drive anywhere, we walked about 3-4 miles or so to Gina's mom's house (who has a giant yard) to run the big dogs with the new puppy. This wasn't exactly enjoyable as it turns out I have a torn achilles... I found out after we returned from this walk that, nope, it's still not healed and welcome to the next 4 days where I will continue to gimp around like an 85 year old lady. And resign myself to sitting on my ass and getting fat. And whine. And ice. And gimp. And repeat. I thought that an easy little walk (which was relatively flat) would be good for my foot, not to mention for my sanity because I HATE being inactive. NOPE. It landed me at an Ortho Surgeon's office later in the week to make sure that nothing more serious was wrong and I was told that these injuries can take MONTHS to heal. Areyoukiddingme?!?! Another post entirely but needless to say, walking was not the best idea that day. But we made it and the dogs played and played and played. All afternoon. While we all just chatted. It was awesome.

Here's our big girl lying with her toy on a little break from movement. She had a big day! Lots of walking then running/playing for hours.

Bella and her new buddy Moxie.

And here they are again. I think they love each other.

After all the excitement from playing we meandered our way home with one tired dog who was not too keen on the idea of walking. We got home and were just kind of hanging around and we both realize that it smells like bacon. Uh huh. Weird, since neither of us eat bacon AT ALL therefore we have none in the house. So the fact that it smells like bacon is a little disconcerting and curious. We walk around the house sniffing it out. We open the master bathroom door, which is closed, and all of this smoke and fumes starts pouring out. And now it doesn't smell like bacon it smells like fire smoke. Seriously. Crazy. We both look at each other and we are just all, "WTF?" We start feeling the walls and floors for heat and nothing. But it's smokey and we're both starting to get headaches/feel a little nauseous. We go outside to see if there's smoke anywhere around that could be coming in through the skylight. Nope. We go back in and it seems worse. Eventually the fire department along with a huge engine and full crew come out to check on things. SERIOUSLY. THIS WAS OUR SATURDAY NIGHT. Awesome.

They did notice the smell but their little fire detector instruments didn't detect anything. The only thing that any of us could assume it to be was just highly condensed paint fumes but that STILL doesn't explain why it smelled like smoke. It was the weirdest thing ever. We aired out the whole house and had no other issues but I was a little freaked out that night, needless to say.

Bella thought that she still had energy so was showing off playing with her rope toy. This was a new position I had not seen before. HILARIOUS.

But later, she conked out cuddling with us and Calvin. Tyson, the gray kitty, is very selective about when he cuddles with us. We were not graced with his presence on this night.