the other man in my life.

Our poor dog Piston is going to the vet today to have a tooth removed. He's a bit "special" sometimes and chews of weird things like rocks and other hard objects. Him having to have surgery made me think of my very first blog post, which feels like forever ago, which was all about him. When we first adopted him I couldn’t stand him. I thought he was ruining my life and I couldn’t handle it. Marc and Aurora were totally in love with the guy so I decided to give it my best. I cried and whined a lot but Piston and I got through our tough times.

I like to call him "Sir."

He’s two and a half years old now and is finally coming out of his puppy stage. We went through two recliners, one couch, and countless other items due to his crazy behavior; I wouldn’t take him back for the world. It was totally worth it.



Most of the time he lays around all day, I think he probably sleeps about 16 hours, oh to be a dog. He lets Aurora poke, prod him, and sit on him, and he doesn’t even flinch. When we have to take him to the doggie hotel for an overnight stay Aurora cries and cries, she misses “Woofie,” it melts my heart.



He loves hugs and kisses. He just a big cuddle buddy, he really thinks he a lap dog. He well come over and literally sit in your lap. 65 pounds of boxer isn’t small that’s for sure. Piston also loves it when my husband picks him up like a baby and carries him around. It’s one of the funniest things to watch. He absolutely loves Marc. When Marc comes home you would think he brought a t-bone steak with him every day, Piston freaks out! He bounces around trying to chase his non-tail like a crazy person. I really need to get this on video someday.



Piston still has issues. He has some anxiety issues and sometimes relieves himself in the house when he’s stressed out. Sometime when we have visitors he gets a stomach ache and vomits, a lot. He always eats random things. At this point I’ve stopped keeping track of the weird things he’s eaten. His two favorite things are baby wipes (clean or dirty) and dryer sheets, I have no idea why. We try really hard to stop him, but you can’t watch him ever second.



He also HATES other dogs. There are a few dogs in the apartment complex that I think he would be friendly with, but I don’t really want to take that chance. He also adores kids. The only thing I worry about when some kids come up and want to pet him is that he’ll knock them over. He’s not a fan of adults though, mainly man. He’s super protective over Aurora, and honestly, I’m okay with that. I know he would do anything to protect her and our family. Although I never wanted him to be a “guard dog” he makes me feel really safe.

He drive me crazy, but I love the big ding dong!

Why I don't like our dog AKA I am selfish:

Well since this in my first blog post I feel like I need to get right to the route of my life and the pain it’s being caused at this very moment. The pain being a 55 lb 1 ½ year old boxer, Let’s back up here a little and give you some details:

I am married to a wonderful man, Marc, and we have a beautiful 2 year old daughter, Aurora, and I love my family very much and in February of this year we decided to add to it. Marc’s relative, who helps rescue and place boxers, found out about an adorable young male who needed to find a home because his ‘parents’ we’re going to be moving out of the country. He’s pictures were so cute I just wanted to grab his saggy little lips and squeeze them to pieces! I thought, how bad could this be? I’ve had dogs all my life, I mean granted they we’re two little Pekinese, but how different can they be? And then we meet “Sonny.” This dog has more energy then the energizer bunny! Long story short I was told that everything would be great and having the dog would be wonderful and we accepted, who we now call “Piston” into our home.

Now here is what I don’t like about “the dog”:

1. He jumps around like a crazy jumping bean when ever someone comes into the house and knocks everything around, including, Aurora, the guest, furniture, and me.

2. He’s a boxer so in he’s nature he, you guessed it, boxes. He really gets up on his back legs and boxes at you with his front paws with his great claws.

3. He nibbles/bites. He chews on the skin of my arm with his front teeth if he wants something and if I don’t respond quick enough he grabs my arm full mouth. Now granted it’s not like going to tear my skin off or anything but he knows just where to bit to cause annoying pains all up and down my arm.

4. He eats furniture, garbage, diapers, toys, plastic, sticks, water bottles, and whatever else he can get his mouth on, and then throws it up and eats it… eww.

5. Aurora knows how to make him go crazy! I know this is not his fault, it’s more mine for letting her poke him, ‘tickle’ him, try and ride him, but if we didn’t have him this wouldn’t be a problem. I know this doesn’t really make sense, but it’s a problem for me.

What I do like about Piston:

1. He makes me feel safe from the army of zombies that will one day come attack our house, and it wont just be my imagination (yes, I’m a little paranoid).

2. Aurora loves him.

3. Marc loves him.

4. He gets me off my butt and walking.

5. We’ve taken most of the stuff out of the living room so there’s a whole lot less to clean.

So at this end of all this I have come to the conclusion that I am:

1. Keeping the dog because my family adores him, even if I don’t.

2. Need to be less selfish in the way I think of my time with him. Sometimes, well, most of the time, I’m a spoiled brat.

So for now folks, we are a family of 4.