Our infamous bulldog, AKA Wonderbutt, arrived in our household one year ago. It’s hard to believe that one year and a day ago, I was trying to figure out how my dear husband, the inestimable Cap’n Izzy Firepants, could have missed the interminable number of clues I had dropped for six months about my desire for a bulldog puppy. It’s pretty clear now that he didn’t miss the clues – just chose to ignore them.
But Cap’n Firepants saw the light on December 26, 2010, and now things are quite different.
Last Christmas, we had carpeting with carpet padding. We also had a Christmas tree in the main room unbordered by baby gates. We hung our stockings from the mantel above the fireplace, instead of on high bookshelves. And we could toss our shoes wherever we wanted without fear of having them repurposed as dog chew toys.
Yes, life was simpler back then. And quieter. No incessant squeaking of a Kong Wubba to which Dimples added by squealing, “Stop it! Stop it! I can’t stand the noise any more! Would someone please take that toy away from him?!!!!!”
No jumbo jet engine snoring.
And our house might have actually passed any toxic fumes testing done by the EPA.
365 days ago, our life was turned upside down by a 12-pound-destined-to-be-65-pound bulldog bully, the gift that keeps on taking.
Posted on December 26, 2011, in Cap'n Firepants, Dimples, Dogs, Family, Humor, Mrs. P.I.B., Wonderbutt and tagged bulldog, Cap'n Firepants, Dimples, dogs, humor, Mrs. P.I.B., pet, wonderbutt. Bookmark the permalink. 29 Comments.