Birthdays!

Happy birthday to Tim and my mom! Tim is 25 years old now, and my mom is ever young ;o) For Tim's birthday I got him a grill that is painted like a baseball. He loves going to Brewers games, and his grill was stolen last year, so I decided this one would be perfect! Hopefully he'll get to use it quite a bit! I was unable to celebrate with my mom (that long distance thing and all), but I wished her a happy birthday from afar!

Unfortunately we got a rough start to Tim's birthday. A friend of ours had a scheduling conflict, and asked if we could watch his dog from early in the morning until he got off work in the evening. We figured it would be no problem. He dropped off Morgan very early, and the trouble started right away. Cooper knew that Morgan was in our living room (stupid dog hypersensitive smell), and was going nuts whining and crying. In turn Morgan heard him, and being a beagle, started barking (at 5am... we live in an apartment complex). Since it was Tim's birthday, I decided I would try to handle it and let him sleep. I tried to let the dogs play together for a bit to tire them out. That just made them more awake. So I tried separating them again. Then they cried and howled. I tried putting them in the kitchen together, but they freaked out when I was out of sight. I tried putting them in the same crate together, but it was too small and they freaked out when I left. HOLY CRAP! So I tried taking them outside, but all they wanted to do was play. So I took them back inside, at which time Morgan peed on the carpet and Cooper pooped on the carpet.

Then I had to wake Tim up, becuase I couldn't handle the dogs and cleaning the carpet simultaneously. So began Tim's birthday! We couldn't let either dog out of our site because Morgan kept having accidents, so we had to take turns watching them and showering and getting ready for work. Eventually we had to crate them both, Cooper in our room and Morgan in the living room. We even had to tell our complex that we had 2 dogs for the day so they wouldn't be concerned about the noise coming out of our apartment while we were away. We both had to come home at lunch to take care of the dogs too! It was quite a mess! Definitely a failed experiment. Our friend felt really bad, since neither of us had anticipated this being such a mess, but we realized that the dogs just get too excited around each other, and 5am was a bad time to start! Ah, so it goes!

Later that night Tim and I got food at Granite City, a restaurant not far from our apartment. It was really good! Unfortunately we both had to work the next day, so we couldn't go out for a drink or stay out late anywhere (because we're old now). Maybe next year!