This is what Wrigley does when she wants your attention.  Isn’t is precious?

The dogs really love playing in snow.  Cohen likes it a bit too much.

Week 49

This picture is of my dog Wrigley as my husband desperately attempts to put her Yoda ears on.  For Halloween I decided to buy a doggy Yoda costume and have a little photo shoot with our dogs.  Although this is more of a candid shot it is one of my favorites.

Wrigley just found her ball under the couch, and was clinging to the thing like it was her security blanket.  So freakin’ cute!

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Cohen has a strange fancy with licking things.  Wait…let me explain why a dog licking things is strange.  Cohen doesn’t lick the typical things other dogs lick like his fur, a person’s face, or your hands after you eat.  Nope, not my dog.  He licks things that have no flavor, no purpose, no nothin’.

For example, last night I was using my laptop just sitting on the couch, and Cohen walks up to me.  I pet his head, and in return he licks the screen of my laptop.  I mean he wasn’t even looking at the screen.  He just turned in and…L-I-C-K!!!  He tends to lick the strange object after he has been standing there for a brief moment.  It’s like he’s thinking “Hey I wonder if that taste like anything?”  After owning this licking machine for over 4 years; we are still trying to decided if Cohen is truly dumb as rocks, or just eccentric.

Here are a few other strange things Cohen puts his tongue on.

• the top of the diamond in my engagement ring
• the toe of my shoe
• the seam on Derek’s jeans (near his knee)
• a basket
• the bathtub
• Derek’s laptop
• a chair
• the upstairs office trash can (it was empty)

Does anyone else’s dog do this?

Thursday evening Derek and I came home to a shredded papery mess.  It seems that our little fur ball of terror, Wrigley, just couldn’t wait another day to open Christmas presents….so she tore into two freshly wrapped packages under the tree.  Thing is, neither one were for her.  DANG DOG!

Thankfully, she only shredded the wrapping and boxes.  The contents inside remained mostly unscathed.  There were some teeth marks here and there, but nothing to cry over.

This was a big scare since we have a BRAND NEW couch coming in the next few weeks.  See, we had to buy a new couch since SOMEONE ate the last one.  Hahmmm! Hahmmm!  Remember this post?  It’s been about a year since she has destroyed anything but a dog toy, and we thought it was time to go ahead and buy a new non-nasty couch.  Wrigley, please don’t prove us wrong.  Pretty Please!

One of the presents she tore into contained perfume.  I really hope it was her nose that led her to this trail of terror, and not her overactive puppy brain.

…is his formal name.  We like to call him Cohen.

Another one bites the dust.  Another one of Wrigley’s toys that is.  This time it was Linus who met his maker.

Linus is nothing but little scraps of white fluff and a torn blue exterior as of this afternoon.

It looks like she finally realized what she’s done, and is now mourning his loss.

Cohen just chewed on his toes the entire time.  Mmmmm….toe cheese.

Hey, at least it wasn’t the couch!  I am trying to convince Derek that she is over that stage in her life.

I WANT A NEW COUCH!

Wriggs….do Momma a favor, and be over your little furniture eating phase.  Because Santa is watching, and if you are a good girl maybe he’ll bring you Linus’ twin brother.