At schools all around the world, it’s Pet Week! So, today, against my better judgment, I took Coco to school for Aidan’s show and tell. Well, actually, I was taking Coco to boarding and she was in the car when I dropped Aidan off, so I relented from my weeklong stance that I was NOT taking Coco to that school, and asked his teacher to bring the kids outside.
Anyway, the kid was beyond excited about it. So, along the way to school, he gave Coco some instructions:
1. Do not play with Reston because he is not our friend and he does mean things to us. But if you play with him, you can bite him if you want.
2. If my friends are eating breakfast, you can not have any. Remember, you are a doggy.
3. Don’t forget to obey Mama or you will be in big trouble and I will spank you myself.
When Aidan was fairly satisfied that Coco would be okay, we got out and headed to the area where the kids were gathered. Coco the clown immediately jumped up on one of the kids, which didn’t go over well. They oohed and aahed and gave her treats and she rolled over and sat and stayed and all that. I should remind you here that all those things are pretty much amazing, because Coco certainly has never rolled over or stayed after any such command that I gave her. While all that was happening, I overheard the following:
1. That doggy will eat us like that whale ate Jonah.
2. Stop! His face is big as your hand and he will chew it off.
3. A dog that looks like that can’t be a girl.
and, my favorite,
4. If he wants treats, why didn’t you just buy him a power ranger?
So, Pet Day can now go down in history as a success. And here’s the picture to prove it.

Have a great weekend, ya’ll! We’re headed to Memphis. See you Monday!
Filed under: CoCo
After I listened to Michael Baisden, I was feeling all parent-y, and I was all doped up on pain meds, so I decided I would take a peek through Coco’s crate. I know you’ll never understand that, but it is what it is.
See, things have been known to be found in Coco’s crate when they aren’t in their normal locations throughout the home. So, I’m on my hands and knees going through the crate and Coco comes in and runs out immediately — that’s how you know you’re about to hit paydirt, she hides when she’s definitely in trouble.
I take out her blankets and shake ‘em down. Here’s what I find: one of Aidan’s balls, completely deflated; one of my earrings, chewed the hell up; one of Aidan’s socks; and a toothbrush. (No, Timothy, not yours). This, along with the fact that I had very recently discovered Coco’s chicken bone stash hidden in the couch, sent me on a tyrade. But, Coco was nowhere to be found. I was yelling and screaming and looking under beds for her, but she was hidden well.
Finally, when I laid down on the couch, tired and woozy and quiet, Coco appeared looking all sad, like she was coming to apologize — with my other shoe in her mouth. Chewed the hell up.
I really don’t like her.
I always tell ya’ll stories about Aidan, but we do have another boo. See how big she’s getting? Oh, and I’m sure you can tell that by now we’ve figured out that she’s a German Shepard/Boxer mix. I see absolutely no Boxer in there, but whatevs.
Lemme tell ya bout this chic right here….
She loves running away from you when you call her. Especially when she has somehow escaped into the front yard. So, the other day she ran out of the house at full speed:
Me: CoCo!! Come back here!!!
Aidan: Coco!! Get back in the yard!!!
Me & Aidan are now sprinting. Shockingly, Aidan was going faster than me.
Me: Aidan, you get back to the yard!…..oh, no!…….CoCo, no! leave that!……
Neighbor lady: CoCo, come on girl, don’t bother the……
Next thing we hear: MEaaaawwww! Raaaahr! Some hissing and some scratching.
Me: ooooohhh, dayum…… Aw….CoCo……
CoCo: Aurgh, aurgh, aurgh.
Score
Cat: 1
CoCo: 0
Have a great weekend ya’ll! See ya Monday!!
Filed under: CoCo
My sweet little 3 pound bundle of joy is gone. She’s been replaced by a rambunctious, toilet tissue unraveling, Aidan chasing, everything chewing, 11 pound, rug rat.
Who told her to get this big???



