I skipped a Ted update for August because it's more or less the same as the month before. He grows, he learns, he does funny things, we love him etc, etc, etc. And while I still do really, really love him. He's driving me a little crazier than normal lately.
Seriously, think about it.
Lucky for me (or unlucky, not sure) I have the time to vacuum multiple times a week. Not saying that I necessarily want to, but I do it. And also lucky/unlucky for me, he loves it. I usually put him out on the balcony because if not, he follows me around tangling himself up in the cord and THE WORST, he lays himself down in my path and won't move. Like if he see's me going towards this rug, he will lay right down and stare at me, like "hey." So I have to throw toys around the whole time in hopes he'll chase them and get out of my way. Then what's even worse is when I think I'm "done" I look around and there's already more hair on the floor. I usually follow him around afterwards for a few minutes like "come on, I know that's not all you got!" I used to live with my sister and her golden retriever and I thought that dog was hairy. No. AND we got this super (stupid expensive) dog brush and I brush like a whole coat off of him at least once a week. I have no idea where it all comes from. It's insane. I'm literally looking at the floor right now, dreading the whole vacuum routine today...
But really, in all seriousness, I'm mostly kidding. I just like to complain for fun. He really is still the cutest no matter how much he drives me crazy. He loves to hide out in our closet lately so we've started saying things like, "where's Ted? in his room?" or "Sorry Ted, gotta go in your room real quick." Or whenever we start dancing (because that happens sometimes lol) he will get this super confused look on his face and watch for a minute, then run over to us as fast as he can and jump up and down with us. And nothing beats whenever I get home from anywhere how he gets crazy-happy to see me and we have this whole 10 minute routine of hugging and kissing and me saying things like "oh I missed you so much Teddy you're my little baby boy forever and ever."
It's obviously a love/hate relationship. (But isn't that the truth about anyone we love?)
John talks about getting another dog all the time, and how Ted needs a friend and he's such a social dog and he shouldn't be alone. And all I can think of is...two dogs in the bed, twice the hair on the floor, and following around two dogs on leashes into the bushes. Sorry John, but no. (....or, just ask me later when the dogs being cute again) ;)