The incident of the skunk in the daytime

Is it really a surprise that Bullet managed to get sprayed by a skunk?  If you're an avid reader of our blog, I'm sure you (just as we) were anticipating it...and maybe a little surprised it hadn't happened sooner? 

Brandon woke up early for work (5a) and let Bullet out while he was getting ready for work.  Around 5:15a, when he went to let him back in, he said he could smell skunk the minute he got in the sunroom.  So he lets Bullet in the house and couldn't tell if the skunk had just sprayed outside (and that was where the smell was coming from) or if it was Bullet who smelled like skunk.  So what does Brandon do?  He walks Bullet through the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, the hallway, and into our bedroom.  Says to (a sleeping) me, "Can you smell Bullet and tell me if he smells like skunk?  I can only smell skunk everywhere." ...um, good morning.

I got close to Bullet and it was definitely coming from him, so we trekked him back outside and I went back to sleep on the couch while B left for work.  Bullet was leashed-up outside for the whole day...which means since our dog is the biggest baby of all time, continued barking and crying basically 24hrs because he wants to be whereever we are.  annoying...sorry neighbors.  It was a long and stressful day, but thankfully Tasha was visiting that day, so she was patient with setting up the canopy outside near enough Bullet to keep him from barking at every living thing outside, but not near enough for him to get skunk all over us. 

Despite the mess of a day it created, it did allow me to feel guilt-free for leaving him outside while I vacuumed the entire basement and got the kitchen cleaned.  Of course, I had to burn incense and candles all day to get the skunk out of the house from the Brandon/Bullet parade that morning.  B got home later that afternoon and brought two HUGE tomato paste cans with him.  We figured that was probably the least invasive attempt.  While he was being washed, B discovered that Bully was really only sprayed on the side of his face and one of his front legs.  Thank goodness, the tomato paste worked and Bullet was welcomed back into our house that evening!

We received lots of advice on how to get the smell of skunk out of our dog's fur...in case you were wondering, some of the suggestions were:

a) vinegar & baking soda

b) de-skunk shampoo from the pet store

c) womens' feminine hygiene douche

d) hydrogen peroxide+baking soda

e) dawn dishwashing soap+hydrogen peroxide+baking soda

f) tomato paste/juice

beach bums

We dared to take a little trip to the beach for Grey's first time at Presque Isle and to attempt to see how Bullet liked to swim.  We've been to Presque Isle (with both of them) but only for walks; this was a first trip to the beach. 

sidenote:  if you've never been to Presque Isle/Lake Erie, you'll be surprised to know that it legit looks like the beach.  There's sand, jettys, waves; all the standard scenery you'd see at an Atlantic beach, minus the salt water.  cha-ching.

After checking online, we discovered that dogs are allowed on any unsupervised beach at Presque Isle...so we packed up all of Grey's stuff and a very excited pup and headed to the beach!  We stopped off at the beach just before Beach8.  There wasn't too many people there with lots of space to lay out our towel.  While I got Grey ready for his first "ocean"-like experience, Brandon and Bullet headed straight for the water....And Bullet loved it!  Brandon waded out to about thigh-high and Bully was actually swimming!  He didn't mind the waves crashing right on top of his head or anything!  He swam for about 15 minutes and then again for a long while after a little break.

Since Grey loves the water in the bathtub and in the pool, I was hoping he'd love the waves and lake water too...but since its loud (with the waves) and colder...I wasn't sure.  But our little fish baby LOVED it.  I sat down a little back from where the waves were crashing and Grey stood between my feet.  He was kicking his feet into the sand and moving around in excitement each time water reached us.  This makes me even more excited for our vacation in October!!

Greyson and I took our own trip to the beach this past Saturday.  I initially wanted to rent a bike with a baby seat, but since Grey isn't a year yet, we weren't able to rent.  So we stopped at the playground at the Cookhouse and BooBoo got to ride in his first playground swing!  He didnt' seem too impressed and just sat there with his "serious" face on the whole time.

Then we stopped over at the beach and put our feet in the sand and water again.  Grey was loving it and everyone else was loving his baby sunglasses.  hahha.  In other events, when I took his diaper off to put his little swimmie on, he peed straight up in an arc and on to his face.  HAH.  I'm sure everyone around us was just dying about it.  I couldn't stop laughing and Grey could care less.  what a funny little boy.

...and the little one said, "Roll over, roll over"

Welcome to the big show:  A rolling over competition:   Greyson vs. Bullet...Baby vs. Dog...two best friends, rival it out.  ooooooooooh, the drama.

In the left corner, we have "BooBoo" Greyson Studer...weighing in at about 14 lbs.



In the right corner, we have "Bully Boy" Bullet Studer...weighing in at around 75 lbs.




So the winner?  Bullet has the speed and agility down for the roll-over.  However, he is a little wild with his limbs.  Greyson is all about determination and heart.  It takes him a little while, but he does look adorable doing it though.  

And the winner is.......drumroll please........Greyson!  Sorry, Bully - you only roll over for a treat.  Grey does it just because he can.  Truly though, the real winner is the momma.  What amazing, talented "sons" I have! hehheeh. 

the sun, the sand, a tired Bullet...

This past weekend, we decided to go for a walk at Presque Isle as a family for the sole reason that it was sunny and Saturday.  Granted, we could've been doing lots of work at the house...but instead we took advantage of the beautiful weather and spent it all together:)

We drove all the way past the Perry Monument before we parked since this would be Bullet's first full immersion into society (our neighborhood walks don't really count).  We were taking a pretty big jump into socialization- there were walkers, bikers, rollerbladers, motorcyclists, and other dogs.  Bullet did pretty good, considering all of the stimulation.  We walked 3 miles in total and Bullet was completely pooped on the way back to the truck.  He was literally stopping mid-stride and sitting in the shade.  HAH!  We pulled out his water dish mulitple times and he just layed on the ground and drank out of it.  Poor baby.

Bullet also got to show off his swimming skills in the lagoon.  He did a good job, but was afraid of the geese.
 

Greyson thoroughly enjoyed the walk; aka he slept the entire time.

Bully & Baby G

Even though we are holding our breath until Bullet makes it to the 2yr old mark (everyone keeps telling us that he'll settle by then), I am continually happy that Greyson has a buddy to grow up with in Bullet.  Greyson is about 9 months younger than Bullet, so they're both still puppies (hehhe)...but they are already great friends.

And here are the ways I can prove it:
a) Bullet predicted when Grey was going to be born ( see previous post! )
b) Greyson doesn't cry when Bullet barks
c) Anytime Bullet comes back into a room, he'll find Grey and give him a lick to make sure he's alright
d) If Bullet barks at something outside (neighbors, the garbage man, a bunny, etc); he'll run over to Greyson and I to make sure we are protected and safe
e) Even though Bullet's absolute favorite chewing items are binkies; he does not take a bink from Greyson...he only ever gets them when the binkie is sitting out.  Even if the bink has fallen out of Grey's mouth while he's in the swing and its sitting right there in front of Bullet's face; he will not take it off of Grey.
f) If Grey is crying and won't let up; we can sit him so he leans up against Bullet and he'll calm down

Even though Bullet drives us totally bonkers; I feel lucky we have a dog that loves our son as much as we do. Pets are the best:)

The egg roll challenge

Sometimes all you can do is laugh, because otherwise you'd be screaming...this is our life almost daily when it comes to Bullet.  He's out of his mind...I'm not exaggerating- ask anyone who has been to our house and they will confirm that there is something wrong with our dog's brain.  So, just as an example of the madness that we deal with on a regular basis, here is last night's debacle.

First of all, it rained all day yesterday, which means Bullet doesn't really go outside for any length of time except for bathroom breaks.  So his pent-up energy was at the highest level possible when B got home from work.

When Brandon walks in the door from work last night around 6:30pm, Bullet loses his mind totally.  He jumps all over B and then puts his paws up on the counter and starts pulling anything he can reach to the ground (bills, pens, a baby toy, dusting rag).  So Brandon spends about 5 minutes mauling him right back.  Literally mauling; Brandon starts falling all over Bullet and hugging him and precedes to crack his own back in about 8 different places.  At this point we're laughing pretty good because Brandon is in a suit and tie rolling on the floor (with a freshly cracked back) while Bullet is practically licking his ear off, all the while talking in a hilarious voice, "Oh Bullet, you're insane, but we love you, even though you act like a maniac," and so on. 

For dinner, we put Bully in the crate and eat in peace without anyone begging.  Afterwards, Bullet prances out to his bowl where he'll find a little bit of our dinner in his bowl (left-over chinese today!).  All seems calm after he eats and I go to the basement to switch the laundry.  As expected, Bullet follows me down to torment the cats.  He plays back and forth with Lola for a few rounds (this consists of getting his head as close as possible to the cat door and then flying backwards when Lola tries to scratch his face.  To imagine it more accurately, include dog panting and cat hissing noises).  As I'm in the laundry room (aka cat room) switching the clothes- I can hear Bullet running back up the steps where Brandon and Greyson are contentedly sitting watching tv.  Then Brandon calls, "Tab!"  followed by, "Bullet, drop it" 

"Bullet, Drop it" also happens to be the mostly commonly used phrase in our house.  In today alone I have already used it four times and it is only 11:30am.  He's already had the following in his mouth:  a Destin squeeze bottle, a burp cloth, Brandon's hunting socks, and a book.  Sometimes he drops it after the first request...he only wanted our attention anyway.  Sometimes it needs traded out of his mouth...like a piece of table food for the item.  This is a fair trade for something more valuable like one of my necklaces or the baby's binkie.  Other times, where harm is possible, like aluminum foil or little bottles of couch cleaner, we have to chase him down -which includes tackling- and pry open the jaws of death and  dig it out of the back of his throat.  This is of course after we jokingly announce, "Go ahead and eat it-  I could use a break from your crap."

Laundry falls out of my hands and I go up the steps two at a time for fear that it is something valuable or dangerous that needs bribed from Bullet's mouth.  But alas, it is only the egg roll that Brandon asked me to save for him from my dinner.  B is seated on the couch with Grey in the same position that I left him in.  Bullet is perched on the foot stool with the egg roll, wrapped in plastic dangling from his slobbering mouth.  Brandon asks, "Is it closed entirely?  Cause I'll still eat it if there isn't slobber on it."  My response to this, "Why haven't  you moved from that spot?  I just almost broke my ankle jumping up the steps to help you and you're still sitting there."  Brandon gives me a 'come on babe, I just got home from work and I'm spending time with the baby which I know you think is adorable just get the damn egg roll out of his mouth for me please' look and I reluctantly attempt to do just that.

"Drop it" is obviously not working- so I move to the next step which is bribery.  But, Bullet already has human food in his mouth, so a trade with a dog treat doesn't work either.  Plus, with all of his pent-up energy from the day- he really is only out to play.  He leaps from the foot stool and runs along the other couch.  I try to pin him with my leg, but his slippery-like-an-otter coat allows him to slide right through while I'm left standing in a half lunge.  I chase him around the kitchen island twice; all the while Brandon is giggling and baby-talking to Greyson "Look at your crazy dog and mummy".  If you've ever chased a dog, you'll know what an idiot you look and feel like because its pretty much just running full speed while slightly leaned forward which makes you unbalanced so your just lurching all over the place.  And since you're only missing him by about an inch everytime there's enough hope and frustration to keep trying.  So there I am flying around the kitchen/living room like a madwoman half laughing-half screaming for Bullet to drop the egg roll that is miraclously still wrapped in plastic.

Bullet makes an escape down the basement steps and I look at B with a 'if you want me to keep trying I will because this is how much I love you, but seriously?' look and he lets out a laugh.  "It's alright babe, nice moves though."  At the bottom of the steps, where I am now headed back to finish changing the laundry, I catch a glimpse of Bullet happily eating the egg roll which has now been dislodged from the plastic.  He probably didn't even know it was food until it was finally exposed.  Once I get back upstairs, I shrug my shoulders and look at B, "sorry, he ate it."  The only thing left to do is give an exhausted laugh and shake our heads.  Another one bites the dust.

We figure that we either spend our days angry and frustrated for having such a crazy dog or we laugh at how hilarious our life is now that we have a dog with this much energy...it sure makes for a lot of opportunites to be a team and work together.  Team Brandon&Tab vs. Team Super Fast & Slippery Bullet   In any case, Bullet is helping us teach Greyson a very important lesson; You win some, you lose some.  Granted, generally Bullet wins, but its still a lesson learned :)

He does have his redeeming moments...like when he sleeps.  hah.

Bullet becomes a man...'er not

Bullet took a little trip to the Erie Wellness Center to get fixed today!  It was an interesting day being at home and not having to juggle a newborn AND a hyper puppy.  I ate meals without sharing bites; put the toilet paper on the roll instead of the back of the toilet and it wasn't ripped to shreds; I left Grey's binkie wherever I pleased without having it snatched up; the garbarge man came and went without any barking...it was a day that was quiet, calm, and strangely missing something.

We are glad to have that crazy loon back in our house.  We'll see if the operation puts a dent in his crazy antics (probably not)...although the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet, so he's been fairly calm and groggy so far this evening.  Even though our lives would be immensely more sane without him, he's our family and we love him despite all of his madness.

Does Bullet know something we don't know?

For the past three days, (Sunday-today), Bullet has been acting noticably different.  On Sunday night, we tried to take him for a short walk but he was barking like a maniac at all the neighbors; like barking like he was going to attack them.  We were so embarassed, we took him in the house and put him in the crate.  Brandon and I went on the walk anyway and thought maybe he was just acting up. 

But then on Monday afternoon, we got him all suited up for his regular afternoon walk and we didn't make it out the door before he started barking at our neighbor, who he has met a million times.  She came over to let him smell her, but he would not let up.  On our walks, he sometimes gives a quick 'ruff' when someone is outside, but he has been out of control.  Brandon and I just walked him around the backyard a few times instead of trying to go for a walk through the neighborhood.

Then today, I was home alone and exhausted and knew there was no way that I was going to be able to keep him under control by myself.  So we went outside to play fetch instead of our normal walk.  I threw the ball only about three times until Bullet refused to play anymore and just sat down next to me.  I even threw the ball again, but he didn't even flinch to try and go get it- he would not leave my side.  Anytime he heard a noise, his ears would perk up and he would give a quick bark in its general direction.

I still have 15 days to go until our due date, but I have been feeling really miserable since Sunday (exhaustion, lower back pain, dizziness, swollen feet, etc).  I really believe that animals can sense people's emotions, but can they sense oncoming labor?  Guess, we'll see :)

Pup Playdate

Bullet was lucky to have some new friends visit our house this past Friday.  Our friends, Sarah and Gregg brough over their two chocolate labs for a pup playdate.  Bullet really loves meeting new dogs and people, but on our walks he gets so excited that he generally makes people nervous (especially since he looks a little scary).  So, it was really a treat for him to get a chance to run around crazy and play.

Bullet, Elliot, and Parker got to run around and go crazy outside with the dads.  Bullet was so excited and running around so much he threw up! hahhaa, that's how happy he was.  Of course, he could care less and as soon as he got it all out- he kept on playing!

They came in after a little while and continued to play.  The two puppies, Bullet and Parker, really had fun together while Elliot mostly hung out with the humans.  After awhile, Bullet was really dragging and clearly exhausted.  Elliot and Parker have a lot of experience getting to play with other dogs (they have lots of cousins) but since this was Bullet's first playdate- he was completely worn out.  When the Moffett crew finally had to head home, Bullet cried for his new friends for about 10 minutes and stared out the window for them.  He really had a great time- can't wait for the next playdate!

The case of the headless rabbit

We had a very bizarre night- I got up at 3:30am to go to the bathroom and Bullet, our 7 month pitbull-lab mix, was fidgeting around and clearly needed a bathroom break as well.  So, I took him out to the sunroom, put on his leash and sent him outside.  He went to the bathroom and then proceeded over to a poop pile and start munching (ugh?!).  So, I started calling him; he glanced over nonchalantly, and then went back to his midnight snack.  Of course, I was exhausted, frustrated, and furious- so I slammed the door and marched back to our bedroom, resolving in my mind, "If that dog wants to eat his own poop, he can stay outside." 

So once I'm back in bed, I am laying there with a million thoughts in my mind about how to get our dog to stop eating poop, which then turns into, "Why I am up at 3:30am worrying about this while my husband is laying next to me snoozing?!"  So, ever graceful- I sit up in bed and yell, "Brandon- wake up!"  hahah.  We had a long conversation then (yes, at 3:30am) that covered topics about puppy training, to my inability to ask for help, to things we still need to get done before the baby arrives. 

After about an hour, I go back out to the sunroom to let Bullet in where he is crying and fussing.  As I'm taking his leash off, I notice something right outside the glass door leading to the deck.  At closer inspection I realize it is a decapitated rabbit.  So, back in the house I go to get Brandon.  One major bonus to marriage- the husband has full responsiblity of dead animals.  So, at 4am, Brandon is fully dressed and on coroner-detective-animal disposal duty for the headless rabbit.  Meanwhile, I'm inside scolding Bullet and interrogating him, "Did you eat that rabbit?!?!!!" 

Brandon comes in and announces that he thinks the rabbit hasn't been dead for long; certainly less than a day.  So begins our own Law and Order episode about what happened to the headless rabbit.  Of course, the main suspect has now gone back to sleep on the floor after being yelled at by his mummy for a half hour.  (This was all very dramatic, especially since it was 4am).  Initial conversations went like this:

tab, "Do you think Bullet killed that rabbit?!?!!"
B, "I don't know, I was in bed."
tab, "But do you think he could catch it on the leash?  Seriously, do you think he killed it?"
B, "Tab, I don't know.  Please stop asking me the same question."
tab, "He just ate the head?!!? that's weird.  You think he just ate the skull of a rabbit!?!!"
B, "He eats his own crap."
tab, "But just his head, that's totally creepy."

Clearly, thrilling dialogue.  Then I turned on my laptop and Brandon's exact response was, "Oh God, what exactly are you going to google?"  As many of my friends know, I have somewhat of a passion for googling any question that pops into my mind, ranging from "My dog eats his own poop" to "Mermaid sightings."  I am fairly certain in some database somewhere my google searches are red flagged...seriously.  Anyway- I went directly to google and typed in, "What eats rabbits?"  Answers were not that helpful and pretty obvious (tigers, foxes, owls, hawks, wolves, etc).  So, I decided to be a little more specific with, "I think my dog killed and ate a rabbit"  More responses with slightly more help.  One person's response to a similiar inquiry went something like, "Don't worry about your other pets (cats), dogs know who is supposed to be at your house.  A wild rabbit isn't 'supposed' to be there and that is why they attacked that animal...etc"  Okay, a little more comforting...

But I was still stuck on the issue of the rabbit being headless.  Bullet is in love with chewing things up (see post entitled, "Things Bullet has eaten") and when he chews them he does so practically beyond recognition.  This rabbit was perfectly intack with the exception of missing a head...it almost looked surgically removed- it was such a clean break.  At minimum, Bullet would have chewed off a leg or something.  At most, there would have been shreds and a bloody massacre on our deck and in our yard.  I just wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep thinking my dog had eaten only the rabbit's head.  So then what else would be the reason for a headless rabbit?  Occult animal sacrifice (unlikely), Creepy sociopath kid who tortures animals (more likely, but probably not), Aliens (...it was 4am, okay?)...

Which led me to google, "I found a headless rabbit in my yard."  And please believe this is the real reason I google all my inquiries...you will ALWAYS find someone else who has asked a similiar question.  Astonishingly, I pulled up at least 5 internet stories about headless rabbits found in yards (make mine #6 for the next person to search this phenomenon). Overall, the posts generally suggested that a hawk got to the rabbit, pulled its head off, and left the rest. 

Brandon and I have both seen a hawk in our neighborhood before, so this is where we rest our 4am Headless Rabbit Law and Order episode.  Our dog is no mindless killer eating rabbit heads whole; he only wanted a proper burial for a furry friend which he knew his daddy could provide.  We rest our case.

Bullet's Valentine's Day Adventure!

Happy Valentines day (& Happy Chinese New Year!) We had a pretty low key Valentines day; B got back from his week long stint in Texas for work late Saturday night so we mostly lounged around all day Sunday trying to stay warm and comfy.  Brandon got cards from me, Lulu, & Jinxy and I made him one of his favorite dinners on Saturday night.  I got a sweet card from B and a real bullet (that said Happy Valentines Day, Mom) from Bullet.  hahha, so clever, Brandon.  Around midday, we headed over to Brown's Farm (part of the Asbury Park complex) and took Bullet on a super long walk through the meadows and woods.  It was snowy but not too cold, so it was really beautiful and enjoyable. 

Bullet loved all the new things to smell and we saw quite a few couples and dog owners with the same Valentines day idea as us.  It was quiet and peaceful walking around and all three of us had a really good time.  We probably walked over a mile and it was a good thing I had strong Bullet to help pull me up some of the time- hahha.  B and I were cracking up and how slow I was moving.  To get me up one hill, Brandon threw a snowball ahead of us and Bullet tried to chase it- thus giving me enough oomph to make it up the hillside.  It was pretty ridiculous...but they say walking is good for the babe:)

When we got back to the house, all three of us passssed out in the living room and then later ordered in from our favorite Chinese restaurant to honor Chinese New Year (year of the tiger!)  It was a low key, but perfect Valentines day.  It was the perfect long walk to tire us all out:)

Bullet's Backpack

It has been a long journey (already!) getting used to having a rambunctious puppy in our home.  It has also been good practice for me to prepare that things aren't always going to be perfectly clean or in order like I like it.  So, even though there has been some crying and frustration; it has all been for the best.

I have been doing some puppy research online (especially pitbull puppy) and found that maybe what our little Bullet is lacking is a sense of purpose and a job.  Apparently, Bully dogs (Pitbulls, Staffordshire terriers, etc) are positively effected by having a "job" and I think we found Bullet's career!

We got Bullet a puppy backpack that he has started wearing on walks as part of his job-related duties (hahhaha!).  He didn't like it at first go- but he now walks with pride and with his chest out (I think so anyway!) He carries treats and clean poo bags in one side, and on the way back- the other side is filled with full poo bags (hooray that I don't have to carry them!)  Unfortuntely, PetCo only had them in neon green, so he kind of looks like a tourist gone wrong in his little fanny pack, but it works, so who cares.

We have also been taking him on at least two walks a day (mid-day and evening), and will move it up to three walks once the baby gets here (early morning, mid-day, evening).  He is so much better behaved when he gets some energy out and it has been really good to get him socialized and meeting the neighbors.  He loves making new friends.  Our walks are about 30-40 minutes long and just around our neighborhood.  We have a field/trail that is also nearby that B and I have been itching to walk Bullet (and to see for ourselves what its like) but just haven't gotten around to it.  Once the nicer weather comes though, we are going to have to make some trips to Presque Isle to do some walking- can't wait!

Things Bullet Has Eaten...

This is going to be an on-going post about the ridiculous items our puppy, Bullet has eaten and/or chewed practically beyond recognition.  They're pretty funny now...but while I'm cleaning up the mess-there's nothing funny about it.

1. popped red balloon
2. wood chips
3. candlestick
4. cat poop/litter
5. entire tissue box & tissues
6. champagne cork
7. Christmas tree ornament
8. Pine needles & branches (from Christmas tree)
9. his own frozen poop (from the yard)
10. Pinesol water from mop bucket
11. tissue paper
12. cardboard boxes (multiple)
13. Grammar's peanut butter no-bake
14. magnet from the fridge
15. an entire package (unopened) of napkins
16. ashes by climbing into the fireplace
17. Brandon's ALDI papers out of the fax machine
18. straps off of everything (my computer bag, his bed, a backpack)
19. my thumb drive
20. a roll of toilet paper
21. a bar of soap
22. Brandon's slippers
23. dirt out of my plant pots
24. rolls of toilet paper, yes plural
25. a tube of chapstick
26. empty envelopes
27. the strap off of his backpack!  :(
28. shoelaces
29. a pair of underwear...(TMI ?)
30. my netti pot :( :( :(
31. a fish tank filter

Welcome to the fam: New puppy Bullet

Brandon and I decided not to buy each other any Christmas gifts this year since we just had so much happen in the last few months (new house, new truck, new baby coming!!)  So instead, we decided to take a trip down to The ANNA Shelter (http://www.theannashelter.com/ ) and pick out a new puppy!  We had been looking at their site for awhile trying to guess which dog we would choose and we just couldn't make up our minds.  All of them looked so cute and sweet in their pics.  So, we finally made the trip to the shelter (in the middle of a snowstorm) to pick out our new pup!  After seeing the dogs, we of course wanted to bring them all home, but there was one little guy that stood out above the rest.  He wasn't barking at all and started licking our hands as soon as we came up to the cage.  After playing with him for a little while and talking with some of the workers there, we were madly in love. 

Our new puppy, Bullet is a 5month Brindle Pit Bull and the biggest baby you'll ever see.  So far, he loves chewing on anything he can pick up off the floor.  His chewing destruction has reached:  a candlestick, a popped balloon, a Christmas card, Brandon's snuff can, and the numerous cat toys.  He was such a good puppy during our NYE party and everyone was in love with him. 

Since we have a babe on the way, it was really important to us to make sure we were getting a dog that would be good with the baby.  So far, everyone we have talked to who owns pit bulls and all our online research has shown that they don't deserve the bad rep that they have through the media.  Pit bulls are actually knicknamed the Amercan "Nanny Dog."  The dogs in The Little House on the Prairie and The Little Rascals were Pit bulls.  And from what we've seen from Bullet so far- he aims to please and loves everyone he meets:)