thank goodness for other dogs. since monday, zero has been hanging out at our house while his parents, jason and colleen, have their baby. brenden dean was born on monday evening and is terribly cute. unfortunately, i forgot to bring my camera when we visited last night, so you don't get to see his cuteness. here with yuma is zero. he's an american bulldog and he is THICK. they have played outside almost the whole week, biting and wrestling and chewing and barking. poor zero tried to get a little hump-action in, but yuma made sure he knew who was boss.
and i wasn't joking about yuma being confused on who is a dog and who is a baby. as wyatt gets more alert i introduce him to new things: last week it was two little finger puppets, a frog and a turtle. as i sat on the ground and danced them in front of wyatt, yuma seemed a bit overly-interested in these guys. not long after our little play time we left the house, and i made sure the puppets were on the table, not quite out of reach for yuma, but not in her domain. when we came home the little turtle was no where to be found. hmmm... i had my suspicions. when i got up for a late night feeding (i wish it was cookies and coffee instead of breastmilk) i noticed the evidence, plain as day (or night with a lamp on).
the proof is before you folks. what's a mother to do? one day wyatt will be big enough to tell yuma what's what, but for now is it right that the baby and the dog are sharing toys? is this yuma's way of telling us that she hates it when abbie takes her toys? will this confusion ever end?
and i wasn't joking about yuma being confused on who is a dog and who is a baby. as wyatt gets more alert i introduce him to new things: last week it was two little finger puppets, a frog and a turtle. as i sat on the ground and danced them in front of wyatt, yuma seemed a bit overly-interested in these guys. not long after our little play time we left the house, and i made sure the puppets were on the table, not quite out of reach for yuma, but not in her domain. when we came home the little turtle was no where to be found. hmmm... i had my suspicions. when i got up for a late night feeding (i wish it was cookies and coffee instead of breastmilk) i noticed the evidence, plain as day (or night with a lamp on). 
the proof is before you folks. what's a mother to do? one day wyatt will be big enough to tell yuma what's what, but for now is it right that the baby and the dog are sharing toys? is this yuma's way of telling us that she hates it when abbie takes her toys? will this confusion ever end?
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