Grandbaby Dogs

We all reach that point in our lives where we begin to think what would it be like to have grand babies.  Its no different in this household.

Our boys have not reached that stage yet, thankfully, (five finger rule) but we do have our substitutes.  The spousal unit has a sister that is 13 years younger and now that she has reached the ripe age of 40, she has two under the age of two.  We refer to these as the grand baby niece and the grand baby nephew.  They live in metro Atlanta, so there is a whole lot of video transfer and Apple Face time going on.

Closer to home its a dog eat dog world.  The house master is a dachshund named Oscar.  No matter the size of the dog, Oscar is large and in charge.  Next is Henry, Matthew and Tiffany's Boston terrier.  The latest addition is Bruno, Morgan's mixed breed pup, mostly lab.

These dogs are more like children than you could ever imagine.  They only will go outside when you go with them.  Give them a ball and its game on!  Outside furry varmints don't have a chance when they are on the prowl!

Toys are the same whether its kids or dogs.  They fight over the favorites, and usually hide one or two.  We have to keep some in reserve, because they don't usually last very long.  Oscar is the master at pulling out the squeaker.  Henry goes after the stuffing.  Bruno just wants to play tug a war and is occasionally the victor.

When night times comes around, its a race to see who gets in our king size bed first.  Oscar is always growling for his position.  Henry can be found under the covers ready to strike at the first odd noise.  Mouse in the house beware.

We have plenty of treats at the ready, but none of the sugary kind.  There are rawhide boney treats, there is pupperoni, and other canine delights.  There most favorite treats are the homemade dog treats that I make for them.

It is so funny to watch these dogs and the seven others in the neighborhood when I pull out these homemade treats.  All the dogs sit in a row, very calm, in anticipation of there reward.  Not one gets out of line, not one goes for another's treat.  I've had to start making them smaller once I found out the maid was giving them three to four during her visits!  Once I put my hand into that treat jar and they pick up on the jingling sound, they come a running!

It is so funny when its bake time.  These dogs know from the smell what you have cooking.  They wait patiently for the leftover bits of uncooked dog treat dough.  And when I'm making cheese straws, I get a bark or two to hurry on up!  Its like a kid waiting to lick the beaters!

They have also figured out when its waffle time.  Each gets their own plate, with their waffle all pulled apart, with a drizzle of syrup.  The boys get up later saying, "what, you didn't save me any?"

Occasionally we treat them to a scoop of all natural ice cream.  Dogs have an advantage over us.  As best as I can tell, they don't get a brain freeze when their nose is knee deep into their frozen treat.  Its so funny to watch to see who will finish their bowl first.

I guess eventually there will be two legged kids crawling around.  Until then. There are the grand baby nieces and nephews and plenty of grand dogs to occupy our time.  Got one in my lap as I type!