Dalmatiany Shoes

Mom, Dad, Double A, and The Bean left yesterday after being here for a week.  It was so good to have them here for a visit, and I enjoyed every minute of it.  I, of course, would have preferred if they could have stayed longer (maybe forever?), but am glad I got to see them for whatever time possible.  We went to the Jelly Belly factory, spent an afternoon in a friend's pool, played Beatles board games, had a picnic with SKD, painted pottery, took pictures of statues (something we also did when they were here 4 years ago), watched movies, played with puppies, and giggled a lot.  I definitely needed the time with them.

While they were here, The Bean bought a Disney CD that we listened to in the car quite a bit.  It had the Cruella De Vil song from 101 Dalmatians.

It was then stuck in my head for most of the week. 

The song, coupled with this picture from the 15th, pretty much determined the theme for tonight's post.  Obviously I was being told to do dalmatian shoes.

Wow.  The hubby needs to plan some kind of Halloween outfit around these.

I actually like this.  Not so sure about the thing on the heel, but the rest is cute.

I like these as well, but I prefer the larger spots.

Same here.  Cute, but I think I'd like it better with larger spots.

Yep. Doesn't hurt that it's also a Mary Jane.

Awwww... And look!  Ribbon shoelaces!

I like these, but I don't really want them for my canvas shoe collection.

Adorable.  Love the ribbons.  And yes, I do know these are more uniform polka dots, rather than dalmatian spots.

I would totally wear these if they came in an adult size.  And if it ever rained here.

The hubby and I agree that our house now seems empty and quiet without the fam, and the puppies miss all the extra snuggles they got from the girls. We miss you, cute family!  Come back!

Sadness

We had Chalupa and Tallulah neutered and spayed today.  They also got micro-chipped, got rabies shots, and each had a couple of teeth pulled.  Gotta love the SPCA, but now I have some saaaaad puppies wearing cones of shame.  Talullah is too miserable to even care about hers.  Chalupa is feeling a lot better, so he's more adventurous and keeps running into things with his cone.  Maybe tomorrow it will be cute and funny but tonight I am just too sad.  Tallulah is just so miserable.  She just whimpers and looks at me like, "WTF, mom?  Why do you hate me?"  I know she'll get better, but I can't deal with their pain.  I sat on the floor with Tallulah earlier tonight and cried with her.  And how I'm going to keep them separated for 7-10 days is beyond me.  Until today they had never been apart for more than 5 or 10 minutes since birth.  Tallulah is sleeping with us right now and Chalupa, instead of sleeping, was hyper and acting crazy so I put him in the other room.  He started scratching at our door.  Then he would run outside and scratch at the sliding door to our room.   He just kept repeating the pattern until I couldn't take it anymore and went out to sit with him.  Normally I would just chalk it up to bratty behavior, but tonight it just made me sad.  Thankfully he finally calmed down and now he is in bed with us too.  Yes, they are getting spoiled right now.  This is one of the reasons I have trouble being a pastor, too.  I can't seem to separate from the pain of others.  I soak it up like a sponge.  I'm starting to wonder if I shouldn't have children, it might just kill me.  I am a sad mama tonight who needs these shoes:

You know how I feel about matching my shoes to the occasion.  Poor, sad, puppy shoes.

I couldn't do more sad shoes, though, so I went with 101 Dalmatian shoes to cheer myself up.  I really hope this is a pair and not one shoe from each pair, because I love them mismatched like this.

I love these, too.  Happy puppies!

Happy baby shoes!

Happy puppy slippers!

Definitely Cruella shoes.  Of course, for her they would have to be made of actual Dalmatian hide and that just goes back to sad, so let's not think about that.

Why is there only one?  Is the other one the same, or different?  Why must they leave me in suspense?!

OK, I feel a little better.  Plus, I've had Dalmatian Plantation running through my head this whole time, so it's harder to be sad while singing.

Puppies

So...we have puppies.  Our neighbors across the street have 2 litters of purebred Chihuahua puppies, and we got talked into taking 2 of the 6 week olds. OK, it wasn't hard to talk the hubby as he was totally on board.  I'm getting used to the idea.  We got 2 because "they need to have buddies." They are very sweet so far, and did much better last night than we expected.  Here are a few things I've learned so far:  ear plugs do NOT block out puppy whines in the middle of the night.  Thankfully the hubby got up with them a few times when they whined, and the rest of the time they actually slept, which was nice.

The next thing I learned is about poop.  If you don't want to read about poop, you should skip this paragraph all together.  Chihuahua poop is small, but dear god is it smelly.  We put them in their bed last night (just a tote until we could get them a kennel) and one of them pooped.  And then of course they both had to roll in it.  No big deal, right?  They're little, their poop is little, it shouldn't be a big deal.  I have no problem with baby poop, but this made me gag.  I thought I was going to throw up right then and there.  Later, when I took the recycling out, I opened the can and about got bowled over.  The hubby had thrown one of the earlier accidents in the recycling, and it had only intensified in there.  It was like something had died, come back to life, rolled in poop, died again, and decomposed in the can.  I really wish my aunt was here so I could have told her to come here and smell it (family joke).  Thus endeth the poop paragraph.

So, with no further ado...meet Talullah Cooper and Chalupa Batman.  Chalupa was named by the hubby.  He stole it from a show called The League.  It's about fantasy football, and I think there was a bet where the guy who won got to name the baby of the only woman in the league.  He named the baby Chalupa Batman.  Hey, at least the hubby got it out of his system before we had children.

I named mine Talullah Cooper.  In the first hour after we got her she tried to eat:  Grass, a rock, 2 leaves, a strap, and one of the hubby's shoes.  I started calling her Trash Compactor, so then decided her real name needed to have the same initials.  Talullah is from a book I read as a kid, and Cooper is from Laughter's best friend.  I figure if she can be a little girl named Cooper, I could name my little girl puppy Cooper, since I like how it flows.

Oh my gosh.  These do not need to exist.  It's bad enough that there are outfits FOR the dogs, there definitely don't need to be shoes for the ownners with pictures of the dogs.  I will not be wearing these.

These are cuter.  I could maybe see a little girl liking these and wanting to wear them.  I can appreciate they whimsy of these better than the first pair.

Same with these.  I actually think these are really cute, and the puppies are very sweet.

I still can't with these.

Every time I say the word puppies, I keep thinking about the movie 101 Dalmations, where the maid discovers that the puppies are gone and starts yelling .  Go to 3:26 to see how I must now refer to my pets.