Our Dog Lupe is Strange

So this post is about this little brat, right here.

 That photo is old--it's from my baby shower. I'm not sure if I posted it at the time. My hostess owns a pit bull who is super sweet and adores Lupe (Lupe loves him, but it's a love-hate thing. She loves playing with him but he's a puppy whereas she's an adult and he's about 55lbs to Lupe's 14lbs... so she gets worn out after awhile and he has trouble giving her her space when she needs it. She's kinda like his older sister, though. When we go out to eat if we take the dogs Lupe will go just to the edge of where she knows he can get and she'll just stand there, but I always get on to her because she does it knowing he's going to start barking and paw at her and want to play with her. I think she's trying to get him in trouble or instigate something like a mean older sister doing "I'm not touching you!" So Patrick and I joke how if she could talk she'd probably try to act like she totally doesn't like him, but we can tell she really does (I was that way with our old cat, Izzy, when I was younger)). Anyway, she bought these chew treats for her dog (although she knows Lupe is likely to steal from him) and so Lupe was following me around the house as I was helping set up just carrying this big old bone that was probably too big for her while Clash (her pitbull friend) follows her around just wanting to play with her. She was growling and snapping at him because she's protective of bones (but she doesn't seem to have food aggression, so I don't even know) and then chewing on it. Later my mom kept worrying because Lupe ate the entire top off the bone. We also realized later she buried the larger part that she couldn't finish, but then she was getting really snappy and mean to Clash when he'd go near a certain area (which is where we think she buried it), so she couldn't get it off her mind. It was so funny.

Anyway, today I woke up, go in the dining room where Patrick is eating breakfast before he goes to work. I had looked in Lupe's crate when I woke up and didn't see her (we leave it open unless she's been in trouble... we were going to get rid of it at one point but she loves her crate so we haven't yet. We'll probably still do it before the baby gets here, once we have the whole apartment to do what we want with... because then I can find some random corner to make into a nice little doggy bed area for her or she can sleep with us), so I assumed she'd be out with him eating her breakfast or laying on the sofa.. When we didn't see her any of those places I started to worry that somehow she'd gotten out (no idea how) and might be wandering the neighborhood, but I went back in the bedroom to look and see if I missed her. Patrick was behind me and called her and out she came from under the bed and a stack of pillows I had laid against the side of my bed and nightstand when I went to bed last night. I don't know if she was under the pillows when I laid them down, I don't think so though. I think she just decided it looked like a nice little cave. Such a weirdo. I'm used to cats under beds, not dogs (then again, Mister, my old poodle, was probably 20-25lbs, Lupe is only 14 and about the same size as our cat).

I just took her on a walk but there are lawnmowers going and weed whackers and the garbage truck was here going around doing their pickup so I couldn't take her on our typical route or to her field she likes to go in so I had to turn around and take her to the area in front of our apartment that I hate (it's hilly and has pine cones and loose sticks everywhere and being pregnant I'm terrified of falling). So I walk her there and she takes 15 minutes to go around the whole place, dragging me along, before deciding to go across the street but in front of two lawn men with weed whackers who were talking. Then she starts to poop right in front of them, I was so embarrassed, I saw one looking at us right as she squatted. Less than a minute later one of them decides to start their weed whacker and she jumped, I had to laugh. She didn't seem phased by the lawn mower or garbage truck, I think it was more the surprise while she was in a vulnerable position... but it's hard to feel bad for her when she takes 15 minutes to find a place to poop.

This post is probably not for everybody, but there's only so much I can post about the baby and Lupe is also a part of the family... so she gets her own tmi posts once in awhile.

Lupe with her daddy. She loves her daddy!

Lupe with mommy (me!). Daddy is actually behind mommy--family nap time!