Life with Duffy

Friends, loved ones, loyal readers,

You may have noticed my absence from my blog recently. I truly apologize for that and I would like to go on record to blame the new man in my life. Yes, that's right. There is a new man in my life. He has stolen my heart, he has swept me off my feet, and he has filled the hole I had in my life. He is truly my best friend, my love, and my soul mate in many ways. I would like to introduce you to him.

This is Duffy:

Here he is at about 6 weeks old, about 2 weeks before we brought him home. He is a Yorkshire Terrier Poodle, or Yorkie Poo. My sister, Dani, has the same breed and her dog, Tebow, is Duffy's half brother. We like to keep it in the family, yo. (Forget I said yo.)
He was a mega-ginger when we got him, but as his hair grew out it got lighter and lighter, except for the black on him. He is so cute you guys. Sigh.

This is Duffy (Sir Duffigan, as I like to call him...very Game of Thrones) at about 3 months before we buzzed off all his hair. I wish I was kidding when I say that the last good picture I have of him awake is the one above. I am not. It's sleeping or nothing, but I'll get there...

Here he is right after his haircut a few weeks ago. He just turned 5 months old yesterday, and he will stay under 15 pounds.










Let me tell you about life with Duffy, shall I? Because in these pictures, you see a freaking adorable puppy who you want to rip the head off and just smash into the ground because he is so cute. No seriously though, cuteness inspires aggression in people, epto facto--super violent reaction to Sir Duffigan. While we do have lots of cuddle time on the couch, me watching Bones on Netflix while he sleeps on my lap or on the back of my neck, the majority of my life with Duffy is sitcom worthy.

Here's a typical day (When I'm not working):
I awake to the sounds of whining and barking outside my door. Scratching, clawing, sniffing, crying, yelping...at the ripe hour of 5:30am. I get up, open the door and the attack begins. As I shuffle to the bathroom Duffy barks and jumps on me trying to bite my hands, feet, legs, pants...really anything so I will notice him. I wait until he is calm, then pick him up and greet him. His attack turns to my mouth and chin and hair and he licks and bites and flails around to let me know that indeed, yes, I am his very best friend. I love you too Duffy.

After I take him on a walk (where I fight him to be alpha dog, and he fights me to chase every leaf that dares threaten him, or worse...dares to come near ME), I have to hand feed him breakfast. On a spoon. Or he won't eat. Yeah, this is my life now.

Then we play on the floor for a while, usually me throwing the ball and then he will come back and wait for me to chase him around the house. If I don't chase him, he will go find something he know he isn't supposed to have, like mail, a tissue, my shoes, my mom's glasses, the entire toilet paper roll, you know, whatever is lying around and then I will be forced to chase him. I have no idea how to teach a dog to "leave it" or "drop it" so Duffy always wins. Jerk.

Then it's usually nap time, so we watch TV and Duffy sleeps (best time of my life!). He is so cuddly and adorable when he is tired. Those are the moments I try to remember when he is tearing apart my stuff or drawing blood on my hands...cuddle time. TEAM CUDDLE TIME!

Bed time is a real treat because when I'm ready to settle down for the night, he is ready to hump his girlfriend, a stuffed crocodile my best friend picked out for him. I named the croc Crikey and it is hilarious watching him go to town on that poor stuffed crocodile. The commentary my family comes up with is award winning...we need our own YouTube channel! Scandalous!

Since Duffy thinks my bed is bite town central, he doesn't sleep with me anymore, so I get to sleep in peace. Hallelujah. Oh did I mention that he likes to bite my hair and lick up my nose, pounce on my lip ring, lick the water and the lotion off my legs after a shower, bite my PJ pants every time I move, climb in my laundry basket and dig for socks, and hide his bones in my bed so I find them at night?

Boy do I love my puppy!!