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October 31, 2017

Happy Halloween, y’all! I’m letting the masters of costume take over blogging duties today, but I’ll be back tomorrow with a fantastic military spouse profile! 

We take certain things very seriously in our house: meal time, snuggle time and costume time! Even though A insists we hate it, we actually like when Rachel spends hours shopping for our Halloween costumes. Our natural body shapes can make it a little tricky to find something, but she always comes through for us. And she doesn’t even get mad when we destroy it!

What’s that Roogie? Oh, she DOES get mad? Huh. I’ve never noticed that. Well anyway, this year, Roogie and I have a “couple’s costume” which I’m pretty sure means we got fun things to chew on, but more on that later.

Roogie was very excited to be a firefighter. He heard all the ladies love firefighters.  He wasn’t so good at wearing his helmet, but he liked his sleeveless jacket. I’m pretty sure he was practicing getting dressed as quickly as possible here.

What Roogie? Yes, the lack of sleeves really shows off your guns. Yes, I’m sure the ladies are going to be all over you. No, I don’t think you’ll be in a calendar. Children, am I right?

I’ll admit that Roogie did look good in his costume. I really liked the shiny stripes on his coat.

But what’s a firefighter without a firetruck? Just a dude standing on the street corner looking silly! That’s where I come in, ladies and gentlemen. Weeeeoooooo weeeeeeeoooooooo. Firetruck B to the rescue! I’m a beauty, aren’t I?

Like any good firetruck, I made sure to hang on to all the tools Roogie needs to fight fires. This ax was especially delicious. I mean important. That’s why I held on to it so tightly: because of its importance.


We really liked our costumes this year and are very excited for Halloween. Actually, Roogie is excited. I am not. I don’t like all the doorbell ringing; it makes me very anxious. But since A is gone, I need to be brave for Rachel and protect her.

That’s what us first responders are here for: to protect and serve. Which is why we have a few tips for keeping your four-legged family members safe tonight:

  • Make sure to keep all candy and candy wrappers away from our reach! We don’t know that it will make us sick if we eat it and some of us, like me, don’t have any self control.
  • Keep pumpkins up and away from wagging tails and interested noses. We can easily knock over a jack-o-lantern and the candle can light other things on fire. Also, even though pumpkin is ok for us to eat, we shouldn’t eat left over jack-o-lanterns! Throw them away!
  • Trick-or-treating may not be right for all of us. Even the nicest and friendliest dog can get overwhelmed with lots of little kids coming towards them or the noise they make. If we get scared, we may run away or lash out in a way that’s dangerous for us and everyone else.
  • If we do come with you, keep us on a leash and add a reflective stripe to our costumes or have us wear a reflective collar. It’s dark and people in cars may not see us.

We hope everyone has a happy and safe Halloween! If we come to your door with a bucket, we’d like all the dog cookies!

B R

Dog Deployment Goals

July 21, 2017

I write a lot about surviving and thriving during deployment, usually from my point of view. But today I’m turning the tables a bit and letting B and Ruger share some of their plans for the time their favorite guy is gone.  

Happy Friday, party people! Roogie and Wigs are back on the blog and we’re excited for the weekend! Hopefully Rachel doesn’t have a lot to do because we want to spend all of our time with her. Since A left, she’s been really busy and we haven’t gotten to play or snuggle with her as much as we would like.

She keeps telling us that we’re still trying to get into our deployment routine. We don’t like deployment because it means A is gone. But she always says that a deployment is what we make of it, so we have set our own deployment goals for the next few months.

Dog Deployment Goals

Take a lot of naps. At least two a day.

Ok. To be fair, we do this even when A is home, but we really want to dedicate ourselves to our craft. It helps us prepare for the big events during our day: meal time and bed time. We like to be in tip-top napping shape when our favorite guy gets home.

Make sure Rachel never feels lonely. 

We miss A a lot and Rachel does too. We don’t want her to feel bad so we’re making an extra effort to keep her company. We follow her into every room, sit next to her on the sofa and even cry when she leaves to get the mail. Sometimes we make her feel so unlonely, she goes into the bathroom and shuts the door just so she can feel lonely again.

Help with chores around the house.

We have a confession: sometimes we’re not the cleanest members of our family. We don’t make a mess on purpose, it just happens sometimes, like when we get really excited about a new toy or Ruger is extra thirsty. We know it can be a little exhausting for Rachel to clean up after us by herself so we want to do our part with the household chores. Ruger is helping to take out the trash by removing cardboard from recycling and chewing them up so they fit better. He also brings laundry from the laundry basket to the washing machine like a pro. B licks anything and everything off the floor, keeping it squeaky clean. We are basically keeping the house running.

Enjoy the little things in life, like a little more room in the bed. 

Sure, we’re sad that A isn’t here; we really miss him sharing snacks with us. But we can’t let missing him get in the way of enjoying the days until he’s home. Whether it’s the extra room in the bed or not having to wiggle in between A and Rachel all the time, we’re focusing on enjoying the little things in life.

Hopefully these goals keep us super busy and time flies until our favorite guy gets home. Have a great weekend!

B R

Life With Ruger

June 27, 2017

Oh gracious, y’all. Today was B’s turn to blog and when we began brainstorming his post, I had to say no to a lot of sassy stuff. We finally settled on what life is like now that Ruger has joined our family, but I apologize in advance if he snuck some extra sass by me.  

I’ve learned a valuable lesson lately: everyone lies, including the people you think love you the most. You see, when Rachel told me that Ruger was coming to live with us, she also said that nothing would change and that I would hardly notice that he was there.

LIES.

Here we are a year later and I can tell you with absolute certainty that A LOT has changed and I definitely notice that he’s here. He’s so big, you guys! He takes up all the bed and almost all of the sofa and is constantly squishing me. Don’t believe me? Well look at this! He’s using me as a pillow! And his head is heavy!

Yeah. Don’t tell me I won’t notice him. He’s slowly taking over the entire house, sitting in all my favorite spots, including Rachel’s lap, which really grinds my gears! That’s my spot, mister. Not cool. I also get stepped on a lot more now than I ever did before, especially when we go up the stairs.

Now I do try to get even with him by stealing his toys whenever he isn’t looking. I’ve chewed up everything he’s ever owned and I’d do it again if I had the chance. Sometimes I even blame him for things I did, like chewing on something I shouldn’t or farting under the covers in bed. Silly dog is too dumb to even realize it.

Now, my mom said I had to share some good things about having Ruger in our house. I had a hard time coming up with any at first, but I do like using his head as a pillow sometimes.  And he’s a really sloppy eater so there’s always extra kibble for me to clean up after he’s done.  That’s definitely my favorite part of Ruger living with us.

I guess he’s not that bad, although if my mom and dad decided I should be the only dog in the bed again, I would be ok with that.

R

I’m A Working Dog Now

June 9, 2017

Happy Friday, everyone! Ruger has had quite the exciting week and would like to share it with you! I’ll be back on Monday with a new care package in my shop! 

TGIF, am I right? Fridays are especially important to me now because I have a job! I know, I’m very excited too. You see, Rachel takes me to her office a whole bunch now and boy, does she keep me busy.  I thought it would be fun if I told you a little bit about my days at work!

We get there really early. Normally right at the time that I would take my post-breakfast nap, but the early Roogie gets the bird! When we first get there, Rachel unpacks all of my stuff and gets me some water from the kitchen. I don’t like the kitchen at this place; it has a funny-sounding floor and I’m afraid to walk on it.

I work on my brainstorming session while Rachel answers emails. I don’t know what those are, but she gets A LOT of them every single day. Sometimes she even yells “stop sending me emails!” at her shiny toy. I don’t know what that means, but maybe it’s like when I bring her all the shoes in the house. She only needs some shoes.

I know that picture makes it look like I’m sleeping, but really I just prefer to brainstorm laying down. With my eyes shut. And preferably on my blanket. Ahem. After my brainstorming session, people come visit us for “a meetings”. Lots of people want to come talk to me. Luckily, they sit on the floor and rub my belly while they talk. I don’t really understand what they’re saying, but we speak the universal language of belly rubs.  Sometimes I try to be a part of the “a meetings” and crawl in Rachel’s lap so I can see everyone.

After people leave, I have to get down to business. My main job involves watching out the window and alerting Rachel each time I see something. I see lots of somethings.  Birds. Squirrels. And sometimes people! I like watching out the window.

Before I know it, Rachel says it’s time to eat another breakfast. But I don’t get one! I don’t know why I don’t get another breakfast; I worked hard too. All I get is a trip outside and maybe a little piece of Rachel’s cheese stick. I like cheese sticks.

Then we have more “a meetings”, only now we go to other people’s rooms and have them in there! And then I help around the office: I’m especially good at helping people carry stuff. And making people use their happy voice! I can’t go anywhere without them using their happy voice. Rachel says I’m a real good boy.

After such a busy day, you can totally understand why I need to come home and take a nap until dinner time. Thank goodness it’s Friday and I can relax this weekend.

R

Ruger Is 2!

April 11, 2017

It’s not a good feeling when your dog calls you out on something, especially when he’s right. You see, Ruger turned two a few weeks ago while A and I were in Seattle/Vancouver and I may have missed wishing him happy birthday on social media. It wouldn’t have been a big deal, but B had to go running his mouth and talk all about what we normally do for his birthday and then all you know what broke out.

Sigh.

Siblings, am I right?

So to make it up to the golden eyed charmer, I promised him his very own blog post celebrating the big 2. He specifically asked that I include this sentence: Ruger is a delight to have in our home and he brings us endless amounts of joy and love on a daily basis and he’s really sorry for peeing on the carpet in the closet that one time.

Weight: 60-ish pounds.

Grade level: College for playing fetch. Kindergarten for listening and attention span.

Nicknames: Roogie, Roogie Boogie, Roogie Boogs, Roogs, Roog Boy, Roogerino, Roogmeister, Boogs, Rugelach and just about everything other than his name, unless he’s in trouble.

Favorite toys: anything he can chew on and tennis balls.

Favorite snack: dirt, lint, cheese sticks. To this day, he still can’t figure out how to eat a carrot.

Favorite activities: laying next to you, laying on you, laying half on you, sleeping upside down, fetch, carrying things in his mouth, modeling hats and dog sweaters, helping to take the trash out and putting laundry away.

Dislikes: traffic, the vacuum, sleeping on the floor like an animal, eating inside.

Ruger is absolutely ridiculous and is 24 hours of pure entertainment on a regular basis. He’s quirky to no end, but loves being with his people more than anything else in the world. Any bag of trash is fair game to be picked up and carried throughout the house.  Same with almost anything else when he’s excited to see you.

He leaves white hair everywhere and puts dirty footprints all over my clean floor, but I don’t know that I could imagine our life without him now. Happy 2nd birthday, buddy! Here’s to many more!