Snow day

It snowed.... people lost their damn minds... milk and bread...2 hours in traffic etc.

Okay so now that all the require snow day blogging is done...
1. snowball fights are tons of fun.
2. day after ice fights end with Wilson having a busted bloody lip that doesn't slow him down.
3. people have lost their damn minds
4. Leftover night is the best night to eat dinner at our house other than breakfast for dinner night.

I was tired. 

5. If you are laying in the bed trying to go to sleep at 7:30 your kids will ask to tell you goodnight when being tucked in by saying.... "can dad come say good night or is he already passed out" What the what? I am not Otis the town drunk. I just was tired and it gets dark early.
6. After putting them down and getting back in bed, a supermodel will almost surely decide that the dog needs to come in because it is cold.

Let me stop. For those of you who have not had the pleasure of meeting our "dog," she is a hound. I had a dog. A great dog. Codependent in all the best ways. Annoying and needy and troublesome. Too big and dopey for her own good. A bit rough and tumble. She bit small boys and herded them into their beds or onto the couch where she thought they should be. We lost her last year just before Stay-Puft showed up. Stay-Puft is my rebound girl but it seems to be working out.

As previous dog, Kate-Monster, was in the process of quitting her day job, it was decided that a replacement should be sourced. Kate-Monster's enabler, the vet who said she was fat and happy and to leave her alone, was a member of the humane societies board and said they had another hound. I wanted a bloodhound or black and tan. Noble breeds. Dopey and too big.

At this point I made the largest mistake of my recent life. I took Mr. Fabulous and Wilson with me to go and look at this potential new member of my clan. Duchess was her name. We couldn't find her. The volunteer had to take the dog house off of her. That's right. Not get her out but rather lift the house off of her. She was very pregnant. Very dirty. Very emaciated. Deathly. We had to have her. Long story short, she was fixed, puppies were adopted out (to a trash can but don't tell the boys), and came home with us. She didn't eat. We put bacon grease on the food. She didn't eat. We offered her the bacon. She didn't eat.

We now have a healthy, gorgeous, gentle hound dog. She is independent to the point she doesn't need us or want us. Her tail never wags and she doesn't like being inside. The only things she loves in this life are 1. rides in the busted truck. 2. Mr. Fabulous 3. Pooping in our driveway exclusively 4.Smelling like death

This is Smokey. The Univeristy of  Tenn. mascot.
June-Bugg's cousin. Equally enthused

Noble Beast. If you can't smell her.

June-Bugg (as she was renamed) is a long eared blue tick coon hound. She has a certain musk that can't be undone. You bath her and within a day she is back to 100% stink power. She is stinky and anti-social and my wife decided to bring her inside as I was trying to relax. This meant I had to bathe her and dry her and then put her in Mr. Fabulous' bed. By the time she got to the boys room, the boys were in the same bed. Not sure why. They just love each other I guess. She now won't leave his bed and had to be forced out of the house before we left.

I love that stinking dog and she may have appreciated it. Who knows, but dinner was delicious.