A little over 7 years ago, Joe and I decided that we needed another dog.
Punkin was almost 5 years old and needed a playmate (or so we thought..). So, we took our Christmas money and bought Peanut, a miniature black and tan dachshund. Well, he was supposed to have been miniature, but he turned out to be a
tweeny which is in between a full-size and miniature.
Punkin wasn’t too happy about his new brother and let us know this immediately as he went straight for Peanut’s jugular. It took a few days, and
Punkin learned to tolerate this new thing in his life. I guess he realized that it
wasn’t going away.
Since then our life has been enriched with this little creature that keeps us very entertained. Seriously, that dog can make us laugh like no other. He does the craziest little things that keep us laughing non-stop. Don’t get me wrong, he has his really bad moments, but overall, he’s a good dog.
I had been planning to take Scarlett to Atlanta this past weekend. The plan was for us to go and for Joe to stay at home with the dogs. Well, Joe
isn’t much for staying at home if I’m not going to be there. That’s just a perfect excuse for him to go fishing, hunting, or camping. He decided to go camping and fishing. This was fine, but what were we going to do with the dogs?
Joe had taken both dogs camping before and that
didn’t turn out too well.
Punkin somehow got loose and went on a mission. Joe ended up spending several hours (in the middle of the night) searching for
Punkin. He had to find him as he knew I would kill him if anything happened to him. He did eventually find him at another campsite tied up and eating fried rice.
Punkin had wondered upon a group of Vietnamese that were camping. We think they were trying to fatten him up a little more so that they could cook him up for dinner. They do eat Chihuahuas over there!! Anyway, they wanted Joe to pay them to get him back. I guess they were under the impression that they now owned my dog. Well, Joe just took him and left. I guess they realized that they were not going to win this battle. Joe was bigger than them, and he had the motivation of his pending death.
Peanut is pretty good on camp trips. All four of us went a few years back, and it was fine. Well, it was fine until the big thunderstorm came. The dogs were nervous wrecks and they peed in our tent since they were too scared to venture out. The main concern about Peanut was the fear of him jumping in the lake and swimming off. A year or so ago Joe took Peanut fishing at a creek near our house. Joe caught a fish, and Peanut was very excited about this. He wanted the fish for himself and jumped up at the fish (that was still on the hook) and bit a huge chunk out of its side. Peanut was tied up on a long leash at the time, but nothing was going to stop him from getting this fish. Joe unhooked it and threw it back in even though it was probably about to die. This
didn’t stop Peanut. He got loose and jumped in the creek and began swimming after the fish. He even kept going under water as he
didn’t want his “treat” to get away.
We usually board our dogs when we go out of town, but we are trying to cut way back on this. For any of you that have ever boarded a dog, you know how expensive it can become. So, Joe decided to take Peanut with him, and I was going to take
Punkin with me.
The ride to Atlanta was fine.
Punkin and Scarlett were both great. The problem was with me. Anyone reading this that has been pregnant knows that the bladder becomes extra small during this time. My babies also enjoy sitting on my bladder. I thought I was going to die I had to pee so bad! But, what could I do? It’s against the law to leave your child in the car, and I
wasn’t about to set her on the floor of some random bathroom. So, I had to hold it. I now know that I cannot travel without an adult when I’
ve got Scarlett (or the new baby) with me. Does anyone have any suggestions? I came close to stopping at the Omaha Police Station. Since it was against the law to leave her in the car, I thought maybe one of the police officers could watch her while I used their restroom. I decided against this since they might think I was completely insane. But, this was the best idea I could come up with at the time.
We had a great weekend even though
Punkin decided to become very rebellious. He refused to eat his food. This was probably because my mother spoils him rotten with table scraps when we are there. I am very against this practice but finally let her feed him a blueberry muffin on Sunday morning. He also ate many dog treats. Of course, I forgot to bring any, but my friend Autumn had a choice of about 35 kinds at her house. She’s got 5 dogs, and they are all very spoiled!

Scarlett with her cousins, Flint, Maddie, & Mary Claire

Scarlett and Gran Jan playing the piano

Scarlett in my old baby bed as I was getting her ready for church

Scarlett and
Punkin
The ride home was fine. Scarlett was great even though I was very worried about having to stop and feed her on the way. Any stop time would add to the time that I had to “hold it” and that would not have been good!!!
We were happy to get home. I had missed Joe and Peanut! I was also ready to hear all about their weekend. Joe didn’t have phone service, so we didn’t get a chance to talk over the two days we were away from each other.
Randy and Gavin went with him and Peanut. It was Gavin’s first trip camping or fishing, so I wanted to know all about it. Luckily, their trip was VERY successful. They caught about 60 fish!!! Peanut was really good too. Joe told me that he didn’t use a leash, and Peanut was just fine. He went out on the boat with them and was treated with 2 raw fish to eat. Of course, the trip wouldn’t have been complete without some sort of drama….
I guess Peanut really needed to go to the bathroom. Instead of just going outside (where he was), he went into Randy’s tent. This probably wouldn’t have been a big deal, but Randy didn’t notice Peanut’s pile of surprise when he went in his tent. He stepped right in it and proceed to step on everything that was in there. I guess it made a HUGE mess!
Peanut was also ready to come home. On Sunday he got in the truck and refused to get out. He was done and was ready to come home. So, he sat in the truck while they fished for a couple of more hours. Of course, I understand this. Camping for more than one night can really take a toll on you especially if there is no bathroom or shower.
We all survived our weekend and saved some money by including the dogs in our plans. They had fun and kept us entertained along the way.
By the way, this coming Wednesday is a really big day!!! It’s my birthday, we find out the sex of the new baby, and it’s the Lost season premiere! Stay tuned!