Moving is the Pits....

But Tucker's a big help!

Well, at least he's providing comic relief!

It's Spring - Love is in the Air!

Not only are we moving back into our newly remodeled house and trying to train a nutty puppy, we just got engaged on Friday morning!  I woke up when 'A' walked into the bedroom with a Tuxedo on.  I was just thinking, "If that's what you want to wear to work, that's cool."  We've known each other for 10 years and he's been known to wear some funky clothes - he used to wear Tuxedo pants to class in college.  Anyway, I was completely wrong - he was proposing!  

After a few minutes of "Yay Yay Yay!", we realized we had to take Tucker out to do his business. Tucker didn't realize what all the excitement was about, but he liked the new toy on my finger!

He was thinking, "Mmmmm, Mommy, give me a taste of that bling!

Then "A", being the gentleman that he his, picked up all the Tucker poop in his Tux.

That night we went to dinner at our favorite Vail restaurant, "Sweet Basil." Our friend, Breanna, called ahead and sent us a really nice bottle of Champagne!  So nice! 

'A' has been growing out his mountain man beard - he looks so different now!

Time to plan a wedding!  For now, we're just going to enjoy the moment, but we definitely know we're not getting married in the snow!!!

Tucker Time!

Last Sunday we drove down to Boulder to pick up our 8 week old puppy!  We were so excited and so freaked out at the same time - our house isn't quite done and here we are bringing a puppy into the mess (more on that later)!

We named him "Lord Tucker of Manchester"

Lord - His grandfather won Westminster (whatever that means) so he needed a 'title'

Tucker - We loved this name and this is what we call him (we also call him 'Bug' for some reason)

Manchester - 'A's' favorite soccer team

Here's Tucker on our way home in his crate - he was pretty scared and begging to get out!

Once home, we introduced him to the wooly Lamb/Giraffe (not sure what it is exactly), but it's his favorite toy.  He wrestles with it when he's out of the crate and sleeps with it when he's in the crate.

He looks so innocent, but he peed on our new floors 12 times in the first day.  Not his fault at all because he was in a new place, but I started freaking out and thinking that no one under the legal drinking age should be able to adopt a dog, because you need a drink...or three!

After a traumatic bath experience where poor Tucker shook the entire time, he fell asleep in my arms.

And he slept a lot for the rest of the day, he was 'tuckered out'!  Sorry, lame joke.

I know I'm supposed to make him sleep in his crate, but I just couldn't do it the first day.  What's cuter than this?