Our Dog is a Bully (and Other Stuff)

Where in the dickens did our weekend go? I mean...gone. Just gone. Just like Lindsay Lohan's attempts to reform her image, it was practically over before it started.

• We had a lovely Easter Sunday. Complete with a beautiful church service, 68 degree weather and a tad less pregnancy nausea/yacking. 

• And spaghetti! Stephen whipped up a batch of his homemade sauce yesterday and it was mighty tasty. Sidenote: I shouldn't say "whipped"...the blasted stuff has to simmer for nine hours. Any edible substance that takes nine hours to cook has to be worth it, right? 

• And Game of Thrones came back on for its third season, undoubtedly making this one the best weekend ever. (Until the next best weekend ever, that is.)

• So, we have new-ish neighbors that moved in at the end of the street; neighbors who also own a cute little female weenie dog, much like our own Ruby. We thought it would be a hoot to let the two weenies meet each other and become best friends. Ladies, it did not go smoothly. 

Before we could even get our phones out to snap a pic of the budding friends, the other dog growls at Ruby, Ruby growls back, then she jumps out of my arms and waylays the other dachshund. Other dachshund doesn't take kindly to that, (naturally), and gives Ruby a piece of her mind, (and a piece of her left incisor.)

Then they tie up like two cast members of Bad Girls Club.

I think Ruby was offended because she heard the other dog had tried to make a move on the male beagle next door. And Ruby kind of had dibs on him already. She was all, "Sister, you need step off my man Dudley. We've been Facebook official for, like, a month."

And the other dog was like, "Nah. Dudley's mine. He took me to Petco last night."

Then Ruby accused her of telling untruths.

And then it got ugly. Total girl fight.


There was ear biting. There was teeth gnashing. There was growling that mimicked that of a rabid wolf.

If either dog had been wearing a weave, it would've been torn off.

I was horrified.

I quickly apologized to T.J. and his sweet fiance (the human neighbors) and proceeded to wonder where I had gone wrong as a mother.

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And that, friends, was our weekend.