My dogs ARE my kids!

 

So people are always asking when I plan to have kids. I mean, I have been married almost 2 years where are the little ones? 

I have little ones. I have a 7 year old (I cannot believe she is 7) and a 3 year old. 

Meet Lacey and Riley. 

Cutest faces ever. 

Here is a list of reasons why I am convinced they are just like having kids... 

1) They bicker like children. Riley is always taking any toy that he thinks Lacey might be interested in. Lacey constantly tattles. The next minute she is stealing his bed and he is pacing and grumbling. Just like human siblings. 

2) Riley has severe allergies. I am constantly reading labels, handing out allergy meds, applying ointment and snuggling with a puppy that doesn't feel 100% on his bad days. It's just like caring for a human child. 

3) Riley is a late sleeper like me, he loves veggies like me, and he is a people person dog just like me. Lacey is an early riser, she is super smart, and she is a loner just like Chris. Just like kids, they take after their parents. 

4) When we go to the weekend house okay, anywhere I have to be sure to pack water, the correct food/treats for Riley, his meds, toys, potty bags, extra leashes and a blanket for Lacey. It's just like packing a diaper bag.

And finally... 

5) I love them unconditionally. I look forward to getting home and snuggling with them. I don't know what I would do without them. Kinda like kids. 

Am I the only one obsessed with my monsters? Please tell me there is someone else as obsessed with their dogs.

That time we were those neighbors...

My mama may never speak to me again. 

Okay so that is probably a lie, but she is going to be ashamed. 

I, Mallory, did not exactly welcome trick or treaters this year. 

*gasp* 

Earlier today mom asked me if I had prepared for trick or treaters. When I said no she was not a happy camper. Apparently this house in the cul de sac has been offering candy since 1989, and that should not stop because someone named Mallory bought the place. "Don't be those neighbors" she warned. 

I groaned and told her I didn't have time to get candy, I had a hair appointment and the dogs were getting used to the new place and I didn't want strangers knocking on the door all night.  She told me to put candy in a dish next to the mailbox. Big D (mama) has an answer for everything. 

It's not even that I hate the idea of cute little kids dressed as pumpkins and kittens and cowboys knocking on my door, I just really want a quiet evening in mending whatever is going on with the hubs. That means candles, a scary movie and pumpkin cheesecake. 

In the end mom warned that if I don't put out candy my house might be egged or tp'ed. What, by second graders??? If any punk kids decide to get ghetto at my house it is on, just saying. I will flatten the tires on their bicycles. Kidding... Kinda. 

Then I started thinking.... Big D might roll my house just to teach me a lesson. So there is a bowl outside with candy, but the porch light is off so don't come knocking!