First of all, Ozzy is better. His stomach issues are all better. He was such a good boy with his medicine. We wrapped the pill in a piece of lunch meat and he gobbled it down every time.
The boys are going to the groomer today at 2:30. My mom drops them off along with her dog. Vinnie has to go get his 3 month shots at 4:30 and I have to go grocery shopping before I head home. Somehow, I have to pick up Vinnie from the groomer, take him to the vet, meet up with Matt who will have picked up Ozzy from the groomer, and then he will take them home so I can go grocery shopping. I can't imagine running a real kids around all the time. I don't know how you moms do it.
Vinnie has turned into a real brat. He's demolished two rugs, almost chewed through my computer cord, and ate one sandal. Our deck is not fenced in. The fenced in area is to the side of the deck. He has no problem jumping off the deck through the four inch gap in the boards. Matt had to put boards around the bottom of the fence because the little stinker manages to sneak out underneath it. The puppy is absolutely fearless. If Matt or I is outside the fence, he will escape and then run through mud puddles. One morning I had to chase him around with a towel on my head and a swim suit cover-up on (it was the first thing I could find). I'm sure it was quite the sight.
I have taught him how to fetch. That keeps him entertained for hours. I don't ever remember Ozzy being as crazy as Vinnie is. But how could you be mad at this face........