OUR BABY IS HERE!

We are very happy Newfs. Although the Mama has been a bit you know, busy - the Papa has been working hard to make sure that we do not feel left out of anything. He gets up extra early to take us walkies and feed us and get us special drinks out of the garden faucet.

In the meantime, we are watching over our new baby - lying on the floor by the bassinet, and making sure no one gets too close. And Pooka is convinced that a few kisses from him will fix everything when the baby is crying. In short - we are Newfs.

A Quick Update

Pooka is a bazillion times better. Thank you guys for all your good thoughts and well-wishes - they totally worked. His temperature has been normal for about a week now, and he's energetic and bouncy again.

He's still on the antibiotics, and will likely be on them for some time since we still don't know what caused his sudden high fever and we want to make sure we kill whatever it was, (and some things take longer to die than others), but he's really doing awesomely, and we're so glad to have our fuzzy baby bear back in tip-top shape.

Here are some pictures!

Sucking on his paw again:



Airing out his naked tummy:



Taking a nap with a friend:



Chilling with his brother after dinner:



And sharing snuggly time with Nanook:

A Month Later...

And we're STILL waiting for our baby!!!

But things have been a bit crazy here for the past week, so the baby is probably not going to come soon. Pooka has been very sick. And we still don't know what has caused it.

For the full story from our Mama's perspective, please visit her blog by clicking right here.

What we CAN tell you is that his fever has been much better the past two days - although his temperature is a *little* up this morning at 102.6, he also just went for his first walk since coming home from the Critical Care Unit on Wednesday, so the exercise might have done it.

We are all keeping a very close eye on him. We even guard him while he's sleeping.

The vet *thinks* he has aspiration pneumonia, but she isn't sure. He's getting lots of antibiotics and they do seem to be helping, but he's very tired all the time, and sleeping lots and lots. Please keep him in your thoughts!

A Wordless Post

Still Growing...

And the boys are still waiting, impatiently, for me to produce this baby they've been hearing about for months and months.

Treat Ball - The Movie

The Mama Writes:

The boys get a part of their daily food intake in these big orange balls with a hole in. They push the balls, the food falls out of the hole - happy dogs. Happy, BUSY dogs. So I can relax or do some laundry without someone giving me the "but it's 37 degrees outside Mom...why don't we all go take a nap OUTSIDE together?" eyeballs. Or at least - that's the idea.

But Pooka has a problem. As soon as he chooses one treat ball, it means that, by default, he is not choosing the OTHER treat ball. He wants both, but there's no way he can hold both treat balls.

So he grabs one, and runs off with it. Nanook advances on the other and starts to push it with his nose. Pooka hears the noise of the treats rattling in the treat ball that Nanook is pushing, and LOSES it. He comes galloping back over to grab the other treat ball, dropping the one he is currently holding in his mad rush.

Now, ordinarily, this would be horrendously bad behavior and I'd be correcting him for it because it's not fair to Nanook, constantly having his treat ball stolen. Except that I have seen a glint in Nanook's eyeball when he pushes the treat ball he has at that moment. He KNOWS it drives Pooka crazy. He WANTS Pooka to come steal his treat ball - because in that mad rush and snatch maneuver, Pooka manages to knock a ton of cookies out of both treat balls, leaving said cookies in a pile in front of Nanook. More cookies than Nanook would ever get out of his treat ball by himself. Nanook is incredibly tricksy.

I do intervene to make sure that Pooka doesn't stand and hover over both treat balls, because that's clearly not fair. But I can't help the fact that every time he rushes over in a panic, I nearly pee my pants laughing. I'm a bad mom. And the upshot is that I don't get anything else done, because I'm outside in the 37 degree weather videotaping their little song and dance, and laughing myself sick instead.

Video starts off slow but picks up toward the end.

Happy Birthday Nanook and Pooka!

You are four and five years old this week, and I cannot believe how fast that time has gone.

I love you, little bears!

As is traditional, we had a trip to the beach, (where they made BFFs with a year old Lab puppy named Holly), ice cream, and bloete kake!

Toy Hide and Go Seek on a Rainy Day...

Um. Unfair, much?

So you guys know that I have been on a diet for, like, forever, right? And my weight is finally holding steady, but it holds steady at such a small amount of food that the Mama feeds me green beans to bulk out my meal and make me feel fuller.

It doesn't work, you guys, but whatever.

Anyway.

I can't help but notice that the Mama has been kind of packing on the pounds lately. I don't want to be rude, but I mean...she's really beefing out. AND she's eating all the freaking time! Whatever she wants!!!

I ask you. Is this fair? Is this right?

So I did the only thing a Newf can do, under these circumstances. I dropped a subtle hint that I thought maybe she ought to consider easing back on the old feedbag...

*sigh* Maybe Next Time?

Well. It's official. I, Pooka, will not be getting the Little Girl I've been asking for every Christmas for years. Instead, I am getting a Little Boy. I'm a leeeeeeeettle disappointed, but I am sure I will love him even though he is not a little girl. And perhaps this will be better, because surely little boys like throwing sticks and playing in the mud, two things very close to my heart.

Here is his picture.