There are times I feel like I can’t remember life before Scooby and at other times I can’t believe we’ve had him in our home for over a year*. I remember how nervous we felt when we brought him home, worried we wouldn’t be good enough dog parents, but as I’m typing this sentence, he just came in the rock garden and jumped up on the couch next to me, and curled up into a ball. It feels so natural sometimes, even if we do still worry about him**. We never take this dog for granted though. We always talk about how lucky we are that we found him and that he’s the perfect dog for us and I really do feel that way. He’s just the best.
*I love that Scooby makes Zack feel this way, because when we first started dating, Zack never let time get away from him – whenever I would marvel at how it could move both quickly and slowly, he’d just sort of shrug. I suspect kids will do the same thing to Zack, but exponentially more so.
**It really is a night-and-day difference. That first night, I feared for him like I would a little baby. I was concerned that he’d bump into something, eat something he shouldn’t, hurt himself somehow. Now I am far more relaxed and he roams the apartment free during the day – although I do still worry about him escaping.
From that first moment where he “chose” us by climbing into our laps and melting our hearts, to every day that we get to come home to a waggy puppy tail, Scooby has surprised us, brought us happiness and anxiety, and been a furry friend that filled a space we didn’t even know was empty. There have been some unexpected costs (see: cat bite, Zack’s feet) but we’ve been very lucky that he’s been a healthy, happy puppy for most of his life with us.
We wanted to look back at the last year of having him with a brief history in numbers and a big photo gallery with captions below.
Zack and I both forgot that a holiday was upon us this past weekend*, but because our beloved Chicago Bulls were playing the Dallas Mavericks and my mom lives just outside of the big city, we felt it’d be a great excuse for a long weekend of family and relaxation. My mom’s family got bigger since we last visited her — instead of just her and my stepdad Scott, they now have two “little ones” in the form of Browndogg and Cinnamon, their sister Airedale terriers.
*Texas Relays weekend! Oh, right. Easter. We bought these basketball tickets in like November, so we didn’t really consider anything except ‘Is this during SXSW?’
Going into our second Chanukah party, I figured it would be a lot like last years. The ingredients for the party would be pretty much the same. I’d make latkes, Caitlin would bake something amazing. We’d play dreidel for quarters, invite mostly the same people and we’d even listen to the same Spotify playlist of Chanukah songs*. For whatever reason, this year felt different in a lot of ways. If I had to pinpoint why, I’d say that it was because more than twice as many people ended up coming, Scooby was here to keep things interesting and people drank a lot more which led to it getting so loud, we had to abandon the Chanukah playlist and play records. I have no complaints about any of this.
*I felt like a bit of a fake when this Spotify playlist showed up in my account, being a Shiksa and all, but we had to use my MacBook Pro to get the “best” Spotify sound. Continue reading
THEY SAY IT’S SCOOBS’ BIRTHDAY!! That’s how excited we were when our beloved pup-pup turned 4 on Sunday. And how could we not be excited? He gets excited about the most adorable things, it is just infectious. I mean…look at that face!
After four years of putting off getting Texas license plates, I finally got pulled over a couple weeks ago and was given a month to get my car registered in Texas. I spent a few hours getting the process started on Monday and quickly remembered why I’d put it off so long. It took a ton of legwork just to figure out what I needed and when all’s said and done, it’s going to cost me over $400, including the $125 it cost to have my dad get an expedited duplicate title sent to me from Illinois. He called me Tuesday morning to let me know he’d gotten the title and it was on its way to me. I decided to celebrate by swimming laps and going to the grocery store before work Tuesday afternoon. I came outside feeling relieved, with a bathing suit on and a towel in hand, ready to go when I discovered my car’s rear windshield had been obliterated. Continue reading
I was lucky to spend this past weekend with all of my favorite men in my life — Zack of course, my younger brother Edward, my father Lance, and Scooby. All of us (except my dad) crammed ourselves into my car* on Saturday in the early afternoon, and made the trek down to San Antonio so that we could see my dad perform as both Sam and the doctor in a community theatre production of A Few Good Men.
*It was comfortable for us in the front seat, but Scooby kept climbing all over Edward in the backseat. That dog has no sense of how heavy his paws are when he’s resting all his weight on you. Sorry Edward!
Before we got Scooby, my old friend Sam and his wife Brittany were in Austin to visit and hyped us up on the idea of getting a dog with tales of their dog, Treat. As we walked around Zilker park, playing with other dogs, Brittany mentioned that her friend had a dog. “Oh, and she has a parrot,” Brittany told us. “The dog has a parrot?” Caitlin responded innocently*. I laughed uncontrollably. “Yes, the dog has a parrot. He picked him out at the pet store, feeds him, set up his cage and everything.” It became the joke of the weekend visit and every time we talked to Sam and Brittany since then. A few weeks later, a gigantic box came in the mail from Amazon. Sam and Brittany had ordered Scooby a couple stuffed parrot toys. Life hasn’t been the same since. For Scooby. It’s pretty much the same for us, but slightly more entertaining.
*I feel like you all need to take this mental journey with me: when Brittany said this, I did not envision the dog going to pick out his own parrot. Duh. I’m not stupid. Rather, I thought that the family had a parrot that the dog loved as his own pet, keeping it on his shoulder as he pranced around doing doggie things. A-something, a-like-a this:
Well, the honeymoon’s over. I knew it wouldn’t be all trick-learning and fun walks forever, but it got pretty real pretty fast. It’s been a trying (and expensive) week for all three of us. Well, not expensive for Scooby, but he did end up hobbling on an injured leg so badly he couldn’t help peeing all over himself, so he definitely got the worst of it. I guess we’ll start at the beginning. Continue reading
We had a rough start with Scooby and his Kong toy. We filled it with peanut butter and bacon-flavored bites and he hated the peanut butter so much he didn’t eat through it to get to the Pepperoni bites. He’s basically the only dog who doesn’t like peanut butter, but he does like meat*. On try two, we got some chicken and rice flavored wet food and hid a bunch of bacon treats underneath. We left it for him when we went to Mark’s birthday Star Wars party for a few hours** and he barely touched it, but when we got back, we got to watch him go to town on it. I couldn’t help but narrate the whole thing. Note that we had just returned from a party Caitlin had to drive my car home from while you’re watching…
*Definitely more his dad than his mom on that one. Somehow I’m able to just ignore the realities of having to scoop chicken chunks and other exciting things for him.
**This party was AWESOME! Beta version of the first Star Wars movie projected onto a screen in a backyard on a summery Texas night. So much win. Continue reading
I don’t want to jinx it. I just want to note how great it’s been to have a dog so far. Scooby hasn’t had one accident, he hasn’t eaten our food or tried to run away, and he’s still alive*! I guess I was confident we’d keep him alive, but I do worry about him a lot. Is he safe on our balcony even though there’s a 3.5 foot fence? ( I keep him on the leash while he’s out there, just in case.**) Will he be OK when I leave the house for three hours to go to work before Caitlin gets home? (He barks a lot when I put on my shoes to go, but he’s a champ about going in the kennel.) Is it OK for him to eat some grass while on a walk? (Caitlin says it is.) Oh, no! He’s eating leftover chicken on the street! (I think there were bugs on it!***) It’s stressful. But so far, it’s been so great.
*Two notes here: first, Zack can’t jinx it so I’ll leave all of the spelled-out celebrating to him and merely say woo! (since I do jinx things sometimes). Second, in all seriousness — I have to catch myself sometimes when I’m worrying and remind myself, he’s very resilient and it would be very hard to kill him by mistake, so all is well. Breathe.
**I’m afraid I may have instilled this fear in Zack. It stems from my childhood — I don’t know what it was, but I was always afraid my baby brother Edward was going to fall in some pool or pond or other body of water and drown. I’m one of those “fear the worst and you can somehow prevent it from happening!” crazies/self-appointed demi-gods.
***I wish there was recorded audio of how concerned Zack was about Scoobs accidentally ingesting some bugs. It was probably the cutest thing I’ve ever heard him say. Continue reading