Fatty

So, we have been paying particular attention to Milo's weight. Because Cody, we think, is the runt of the liter. I have always wanted a big dog and when I finally had a good chance of it I got stuck with 53 pound Cody. So we have been hoping Milo would do a little better.


He already looks "fuller" than Cody which is a good sign. So I decided to weigh Milo again because I picked him up last night and he felt really heavy.


40 POUNDS!! The chunker weighs 40 pounds. That's only 13 pounds less than our fully grown Cody and Milo is not even 6 months old yet. Looks like He's well on his way to being that big dog.

Milo and Cody Update

I have been meaning to write this post for a while now. Just wanted to update everyone on the whole Milo and Cody situation. Because as you all my know, due to a prior post, when we first got Milo Cody was all up in his grill like 24/7. Which I suppose is understandable because it's a new thing, and Cody is used to being by himself and the center of attention.




However, I am glad to report that things have settled down considerably. They act more like buddies now than Milo just being Cody's plaything. Every once in a while Cody will steal whatever Milo happens to be playing with. But for the most part they just leave each other alone. They will still play with each other, it's just not a constant thing.

When they do play Cody will lay down and flip over on his back to get down to Milo's level. I think it must hurt Cody, though Kristina disagrees, because Milo will bite down on his "mane" on his neck and jerk it around like dogs do. But Cody doesn't do anything, he'll just playfully bite Milo's ear. I must say that Milo does start a lot of the "fights" though. He will run up behind Cody and bite his back legs and try to jump on him and run away. Cody has turned out to be a lot better than we ever expected.




They have even got to the point now where they will sleep with each other. Granted it only last about a minute before they start scrabbling, mostly because Milo will bite Cody, but it's still cute. Last night Milo was laying with Kristina on the couch and Cody jumped up with them and started licking Milo like he was cleaning him. Milo just laid there and took it and it was very cute. And I know I am using the word "cute" a lot in this post, but don't think any worse of me for it.

Cody Contained

Yesterday I finished a job six months in the making. I finally built and installed the new Cody-proof gate at the end of the porch. All it took was several arguments, a break-out attempt and a trip to the neighbors dumpster to complete.



Not much to this story really. Kristina and I have been wanting to build a gate for Cody since the beginning of the summer. So every other week or so we would "talk" about how it was not getting done. I wanted it done as much as she did, but you know, the motivation factor was kind of lacking. So fresh off another "talk" with my wife I finally decide to act. So naturally in the dead of night me and Nick sneak over to the neighbors house, who just completed finishing their porch, to help clean up their scrap wood. It was a much cheaper trip than it would have been to Lowe's, though I had to listen to complaints the whole time about splinters and such.




So the next day when Kristina went off to work, I set to work. Which in itself is a rarity, usually when she leaves I plant myself on the couch and, as George Feeny phrased it somewhere in season 5, "dive into a good book." And after 8-10 hours of hard, physically demanding, back breaking labor a new gate was born. (hyperbole)


Now Cody is free to roam as he pleases in and out of the house, ane methinks he is very happy with it.

It Starts...

And thus begins my foray into blogging, yes, I am now officially one of "those people". On this blog I will now reveal to you all of my deepest, darkest thoughts and feelings... Well, hopefully it doesn't come to that, I don't think I'll be that starved for material.

Anyway, for my first entry I am going to write about...Cody. Why Cody you ask, well because he is the first thing I looked at just now. Me and him have been hanging out all morning, with nothing to do today besides chauffeur Justin around and await the delivery of Season 3 of Prison Break later on tonight, I have resorted to writing this to no one, and, I suppose, everyone.




Anyway Cody has been following me around the house all day, he's like my little dog shaped shadow. He is constantly around me except when he is getting into something. If there is a suspicious lack of Cody for any significant amount of time it's time to check the laundry basket. It's like a veritable buffet of toys, or so he thinks. Like when I arrived home last night it was to find Kiko, Kristina's stuffed Koala bear, on the living room floor with it's pants down, hmm. This is neither where or how I left the bear, and there was a mysterious spot on the butt that was devoid of any fur. I found the missing fur only a few feet away (not very inspired Cody) and tried to put it back, kind of like replacing a divot on the golf course, so that "you-know-who" wouldn't find out. And I guess by reading this the cat's out of the bag, or dog in this case...bummer.



You know, I'm just as interested as you are to see how long this pointless rambling can go on. Hopefully in the future I'll have something a little more interesting for you to read about. Tune in next time to hear about some of the strange goings-on around Colony Street.