Everyone knows that the first year of marriage is going to be filled with love, lust, bliss, and overall joy. Most everyone, not everyone, but most of the adult population also realizes that the first year of marriage is also going to be filled with trials and tribulations. You’re learning habits about each other you didn’t know could even exist (Who tricks you into touching their sweaty soccer socks, seriously?!?!). Awkward moments you hoped your significant other wouldn’t have to see till at least anniversary number 6. And the sounds of laughter for all these said “trials”.
The Hubby and I just celebrated our 6 month wedding anniversary. I know, Corny with a capital C, I count the months, but let’s get serious…what warm blooded gal out there doesn’t count the months in the first year she’s married?!?! Well the day after we celebrated 6 months, we moved.
The situation of our move is a bit unique. We moved into my in-laws house.
Mama and Papa-In-Law are off to work overseas, so we’re “house sitting” for the 2 years that they are gone. We’re also dog sitting for 3 new dogs. Now we have a litter once you count our already rambunctious Boston Terrier/French Bulldog monster mix. The litter consists of a 3 pound miniscule of a Yorkie, an average 7 pound Yorkie gal, our frenchton monster (and I use monster in the nicest sense of the word, I love my puppy…sometimes as much as my hubby!…jk Hubby…not really…), and one 127 pound Boxer named Xander.
Now our litter doesn’t truly understand the concept of moving. For another laugh on the act of moving, check out Dogs Don’t Understand Basic Concepts, it will give you a little more incite into the minds of these pupperoni’s. While packing and moving our stuff into the U-Haul, our monster was FREAKED. He was velcro puppy to the nth degree. Once in the In-Laws house, he was still freaked. He didn’t understand that this was his new home. This was the house where his puppy friends lived. We came here for a nice visit every now and then, he would hump the average Yorkie gal, and go home to nice deep slumber brought on by “exhaustion”. Now his beds were here, his toys were here, he was having to share his toys (wtf mama?!?!), and there was no sign of us leaving.
In the process of our monster not understanding what was going on, neither did the rest of the litter comprehend these strange happenings. Miniscule Yorkie couldn’t stop shaking, average Yorkie gal kept trying to steal toys only to have them yanked out from under her by Monster (with an occasional thwarted hump thrown in for good measure), and to top it all off…Mama-In-Law was finishing up her packing. Which meant to 3 of the 4 in the litter that their Mama was going somewhere, and their toys weren’t packed. They weren’t moving with her!
Now Xander is in old man, and a gentle giant at that…but Xander is HUGE!!!! He’s twice the size of a normal boxer. Xander is also a little on the doffy side. He’s not the brightest crayon in the box(er) but he makes for a good laugh….
So Hubby and I have finally moved in, and it’s our first night in the new house. Still newlywed bliss, making our new home, unpacking registry gifts, sharing sweet kisses.
Papa-In-Law calls on Skype to see how everyone is doing. Check on his son, his Wife that is soon to be joining him overseas, verify that her bags are going to make the airline weight limit (it wasn’t looking good at that moment), and see how the litter is holding up. He spots Xander in the background and calls to him to say “Hi Buddy”! Well Xander is getting pissed. Too many changes, too much confusion. So Xander walks over towards the computer in which Papa-In-Law can be heard, like he’s coming to say hiiiii, hikes his leg up on the fireplace, and takes a whiz.
And this isn’t a pee the size that miniscule Yorkie makes….this is a PISS. Cause well…he’s pissed. Not only does it run down the side of the fireplace and make a lake on the floor…it richoches off the stones of the fireplace and splashes all the way over to the couch.
Welcome home newlyweds!!
P.S. Pretty sure Xander took a dump in the house this morning. We can’t find it, we can only smell it. That’s a little treasure bomb just waiting to be stepped in amid the maze of boxes. Present from your newest roommate. Welcome home newlyweds! Welcome home.
Yum…Monsters make goooood Scooby Snacks!
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