Keeping it in the Family

Our family is growing, but not like that. Like all great romances, it was never just about a boy and a girl. Let's be honest, that one is a bit boring. It's been done before. No, the best romances have a supporting cast. The once and jealous boyfriend. The kooky family. The comic relief friend ensemble. The dog(s). And that's what it is for us. To start, it was never Nick and Jesse, but Jesse and Owens. Owens is the elder statesman. The wizened, grizzled veteran. The bum without enough teeth to keep his tongue in his month.

This one about sums it up for Owens. He's a heavy sleeper who has only about 5-10 minutes of true activity per day. For the rest of the day, he's on his bum doing nothing. I will say this, though. He loves Sundays because it means he gets to lay on the couch with me and watch some football.

Adding Moses has certainly brought more frenzied action to the house. But some things are still the same. For one, both are attentive to noise. Noise means potential for food or attention, either of which both dogs are happy to beg for.

This is the usual state of things. If the source of the noise turns out not to have food or attention, Moses looks elsewhere for the two. Owens looks for something else: peace and quiet.

This one turned out well. I finally got them both to look.

Moses being Moses. Owens being Owens.

Another good example of Owens' seeming disinterest, and Moses' all-consuming curiosity. As you can see from the pictures, Owens doesn't move much. All in all, it's been fun adjusting to life with two dogs. They balance each other well. Owens has taught Moses how to be more of a lounger, which is conducive to life in the Faris house. And Moses has taught Owens to eat all of his food at once, because otherwise Moses will eat it. And we have learned that two dogs means you have to vacuum twice as often than when you only had one.