10 random things…

So I borrowed stole this from Thea who posted 25 random things about me at her My Year of Giving blog. I thought I’d start with 10!

Like, totally random.

1. I wouldn’t go to preschool unless I was wearing pink.

2. When I grow up I’d like to be a children’s book author.

3. I’ve coloured my hair since I was 11. (Don’t call DOCS I started with the $4 Napro rinses, which probably didn’t even change the colour of my hair!)

4. I always wanted to have twins. If I do, I could very well eat those words and spit them back again. But that would only happen if I had time to do things like that, you know spit out words, because I hear twins are slightly time consuming!

5. My first job was in a jewellery store, and I spent my first 2 weeks pay (all of $40) on jewellery.

6. I was a very messy child, and I’m a neat freak adult.

7. I can’t ride a bike. Well not very well anyway. Fell off one quite a few months ago, as in fell down the curb, didn’t hurt myself at all but got the shits so haven’t ridden it since. They say it’s just like riding a bike. Whoever ‘they’ is haven’t seen me in action.

8. I don’t really like alcohol. I’ve never been a big drinker, and I can actually recall that horrible hung over feeling and tend not to want to go there. This is great for Hubby and friends coz it means they always have a Designated Driver. Oh except for a friends sparkly red that they buy. Seriously YUM.

9. It took me a bloody long time to say the word ‘bureau’ properly. Even now I bugger it up on the first go sometimes. Thankfully it’s not part of my day to day vocabulary. Lucky that dream job of being a weather girl never came to fruition. “And from the weather brureau” just doesn’t scream ‘professional TV presenter’ now does it.

10. It appears I have developed an allergy to Hazelnuts. Started about a year ago while I was eating that Cadbury nut chocolate and my mouth was beyond itchy and my tongue got kinda fat. At the time I thought well that was a bit random, so I experimented under the close watchful eye of Hubby, and same thing happened again with Hazelnuts. Didn’t think much about it at the time, until I realised at Christmas I could no longer eat Ferrero Rochers. Totally. Devastated. Thank God for icecream as a suitable replacement.

What makes you, like, totally random?!

Meet Jack, the destructo dog.

Jack, the destructo dog.

See the lovely picture on the right there, well that is my gorgeous puppy Jack. You may have seen me mention him once or twice before on here.

Ok I mention him a lot. He is friendly, cuddly, gorgeous, and cheeky, but today he was a little bugger.

You see Jack is somewhat of a spoilt pup, but not in an over the top way. He has a doggy door so he can come in and out as he pleases.

He sleeps in his own little bed in the study (which is an open room at the foot our bedroom stairs) and most of the time he’s pretty good. He’s got a lot of ball and chew toys, that usually keep him pretty occupied. He’s destroyed his own stuff before, blankets, toys, kennel, but never anything of ours. Until now.

A little while ago I started working 2 days in the office and 3 days at home, so of course Jack has got kinda used to having me around. Sunday’s are hubby’s sailing days and Saturday’s are spent usually doing a little bit of running around, but mostly hanging out at home. So overall I spend A LOT of time with Jack. You might even say he’s a Mama’s boy. (He usually sneaks in for a snuggle at 5am before Hubby walks him just before 6!)

So on a Monday our cleaner comes to well you know clean the house, which means Jack gets put outside with a bone and his doggy door gets locked. I then go home for lunch about 12.30 unlock the doggy door, and he usually snoozes on his bit of the lounge until we get home about 5. This was all fine and dandy till the other week I came home to Hubby’s half eaten cap, a very holy wetsuit top, and not in the hail Mary, Jesus Christ religious kinda holy, and a decimated doggy brush. All of these things were just innocently sitting on the outdoor table. Clearly there was a fair bit of “f@*$ you Mum and Dad for leaving me, I’m gunna eat your stuff” in Jack’s little chewing episode.

I put it down to a one off act of puppy stupidity and gave Jack a good stern talking to, all of which I’m sure he took in and seriously pondered. Then. THEN he decided to rip up a heap of paper I left at Jack level while I literally ducked out for 20 minutes. Then yesterday I came home after being out for about half an hour to find him asleep with a pair of my socks tucked under his head. Yeah cute I know. But maybe another half an hour and my socks could have been his morning tea.

Then as you will see from the lovely picture to the right, which is where all this started, this is what I came home to today. A de-fluffed lounge cushion. OUR cushion. Not one of Jack’s stuffed toys that he shakes, throws and de-eye’s, but something of ours. I stupidly left him in all morning instead of doing the half, half thing and only letting him in at lunch. The problem is I’m a sucker. I smack him (admittedly not that hard) and he looks at me with those big brown eyes and I immediately want to cuddle him. Clearly I’m going to be a sucky non-strict mother! I try to explain to him that he’s just spoiling things for himself and if he behaved he wouldn’t get locked out the back. He looks at me and does the doggy side to side head thing, and I just wish for 5 seconds he knew what I was saying to him.

I feel like I’ve got a case of the Mummy guilts with THE DOG. I’m probably just guilty of treating the fur-baby with too much of the baby, and not enough of the fur, and putting him outside more. Oh the drama of it all.

I guess one can only hope he’s going through a toddler phase. He’s 13 months old, which technically is 7 in doggy years, so maybe he’s just pushing the boundaries and finding his paws in life. By the time we reach the terrible 2′s where he’ll be 14, I’ll be longing for the cheeky puppy who liked snuggles with his Mama, and probably have a sullen teenager type dog walking around with a bad attitude.

If anyone does have any advice for a over-chewy mum and dad’s things puppy, please feel free to comment!

I’m off to re-stuff the cushion now.

What type of parent will you be?

A Puff Pieces flashback…

Jack the fur-baby

If you’re wondering, get a dog and that’ll give you a pretty good indication!

On the weekend my little fur baby (AKA Jack the dog) was stung by a bee. I quickly jumped into protective Mum mode while other half was calm and checked out his paw, pulled out the sting then gave him a pat and said you’ll be right mate.

I, on the other hand, sat with him on the lounge and made sure he didn’t start having a reaction, then of course gave him lots and lots of cuddles!

Despite the “you’ll be right mate”, the other half was still checking on him and providing some snuggles as well! It made me think, is this an indication of what we will be like as parents?! I’ve always been very relaxed around kids and know that from time to time they’ll get sick or fall and graze their knee but will I be over protective when it’s my own? Short answer, probably!

I can already see who will be the disciplinary!

When Hubby puts Jack outside if he’s done something wrong, as soon as Jack and I have eye contact through the glass door, I’m gone and immediately want to let him in and give him a big cuddle! Yes, sucker, I know!

So have you had pets, then kids and noticed a parenting trend?! Only time will tell for us!