The Dog House

Marti has adjusted quite well to being a homeowner. She steadfastly guards the backyard, barking and kicking up grass whenever she hears neighborhood dogs bark. And because of limited snoozing space downstairs, we almost always come home to find her upstairs sleeping in our bed. She's no fool; she knows how to find the most comfortable spot in the house. Alan also has a lot of fun getting her riled up and watching her try to find traction on the hardwoods.

She absolutely loves assisting us with our home renovations. The other day, after a much-too-long absence, I went downstairs to check on her. She was busy ripping this sanding sponge into a million pieces.

The drawbacks to the renovations, in Marti's opinion, are the power tools. She's never been a fan of the vacuum or the hair dryer. So the sander? Hates. My new, very awesome Dustbuster? Despises. But her mortal enemy? The miter saw.

No other power tool compares, for it is unmatched in its strength and noise-making capabilities. Marti, when she's feeling especially brave, senses that it can't fight back, so I'll find her sneaking up to sniff it and attack it with her barks.


One of the cutest quirk she's developed since we moved into the house is her obsession with the shower. I don't know if she's drawn to the retro blue color. Or if her water dish is just too too far away, all the way downstairs, for her to bother to go get a proper drink. But she LOVES the shower.

Even when I'm in it. (Especially when I'm in it?)

But you should have seen Marti's reaction when we brought home these little irresistible stuffed toys. "Soft, chewable toys, with stuffing, and they're not for me? Barp, barp, barp!" She stared at them longingly for a very, very long time.

Marti will have to adjust come September. But I'm pretty sure that she'll think the baby is the best toy we've EVER brought home. Just without stuffing.