Clemenza is a black and rust Doberman of large stature with his ears in wraps because his dad thinks they’re not “fully baked”. His mom thinks they are. He’s wearing a collar with pizzas on a blue background with red trim. He’s looking at a treat off to the right.

LOOK AT THIS GIANT 81.4 POUND BABY. HOW DARE HE GROW UP. 8 MONTHS IS STILL A BABY.

Gotcha. I mean, it’s still a horrific law and I can see how easy it would be to manipulate it.

It’s dumb requirement - so easy to interpret in bad faith. I didn’t realize laws like this existed. 🤢

I’m just boggled trying to noodle through this.

Identity theft can be a felony, too… if the victim gets shot by someone else while I’m committing fraud against them, is that death penalty eligible?

Wait, so if I were to sit in my own room doing all the illegal drugs that don’t immediately impact others (secondhand smoke, etc), and someone in the same room with me but not engaged with what I’m doing has a heart attack and dies… death penalty?

Sherlock, the red husky, and Watson, the black and tan Doberman, lay peacefully near each other while I work. Sherlock is on a leash inside the house because he’s an escape artist and there’s some activity going on with the doors. Watson never leaves my side, so the doors can be wide open with a squirrel tap dancing upside down and she’ll just bark from her spot by me.

These last six months have been full of learnings. Stuff like how to remove appliances, pull up flooring, remove toilets, cap off plumbing, change out light fixtures, install sub flooring, seal walls, lay new flooring…. Soon to install doors and siding!

Feeling like a badass. 💪And hi from dogs.

A red husky named Sherlock, Monsieur le Floof to his family, is diligently applying himself to helping with the renovations of a family house. He’s pleased with himself and the beautiful hole he dug, with a ring of dirt around his snoot while he stares at the camera to check that the human holding it is appropriately appreciative of his efforts. She is.

Hello frens! I’m dropping in to report that the sun is shining and there exists a happiest boy in all the land. Literally IN the land.

I am plotting how to encourage him to help me with the garden beds.

Clemenza, a very large Doberman puppy, is enjoying a nice tasty black Kong toy.

We’ll get there. But, uh. If y’all don’t mind, save up some of the juiciest stories for when I’m finally done with this stuff. Who’s got puppies or kittens? Who participated in Beargrease? Did we go Bleral?

Also, here’s Clemenza. He’ll be 7 months on Thursday and he’s far bigger than his daddy.

Unfortunately, it has fallen on us to do all of the work without help. Long story. No, there’s no alternative. We tried. There’s either no one willing to take on the job and sell everything or no money to pay for it.

Five 30yd dumpsters (and a half) later, I see a light at the end of the tunnel.

Coming up for air to say: hi! I miss you all and hope everyone is doing okay considering… (waving at everything)

My usual end of year work stress has been compounded by spending every weekend at my MIL’s house trying to clear it out so it can be cleaned and fixed and sold.

Sending lots of love. I’m so sorry. 💜

Do I have any friends who are knowledgeable about Ford vehicles? Specifically, 2000 Ford Expedition XLT 5.4L 4WD? What’s this thing called where the oil is coming out of the engine block?

Always baby!

I just had the thought of Kieran riding one of those stair lifts up and down and it made me giggle. Like he would even cooperate!

How old is Gustav now?

Watson keeps running down like an idiot and has wiped out a few times. Scares me every time. We taught Clemenza to go down at our side to try to avoid that whole “I’m a ping pong ball WHEEEEE” thing that Monty did. She didn’t accept gravity or physics, just threw herself down.

And they’re too big to put in air jail now. 🫠

🤣 I’m struggling with tug because Clem has decided my pant legs are tug toys. And I have to pry his jaws from my leg. Gotta get this boy in some kind of job training classes. He’s relentless.

SAME. What’s cool, though, is my dude has changed his training practices with him because it’s so clear you need to handle him with a bit more care and gentleness, so he’s defaulting to treats. We’ve had disagreements on how to raise Dobermans. I’m winning.

A canine tooth from a puppy.

Finding teeth is like finding treasure for me. I think it’s because it still hurts that Monty passed too quickly for me get a paw print, so having something tangible from my babies means so much.

Actively watching - my yard isn’t fenced, so they’re always leashed, but even when we go to SniffSpots, they get my full attention and active participation because otherwise they find things and I have to be close enough to intercept.

YES, the big feelings! He also loves with his entire body. Sweet little soul, he’s such a darling. He trusts me so completely and does anything I want him to do, like he desperately wants my approval, and of course I give it. He is so much fun to work with.

IT IS SO DIFFERENT. He’s definitely a giant goofball. He’s, um, also? A little bit of a weenie. All my girls have been stoic, fierce, stubborn, but he screams when Watson bites the air inches from his face. No contact has been made, but it sounds like he’s been disemboweled. Freaks me out EVERY TIME

*must be - what a funny autokarrot

I will inform the Doberman that you love him. He will reciprocate, but you nut be prepared for the full body slam hug. His love hurts. 🤕

And all four breeds would be absolutely correct. They are lap puppies.

YASSS KING! 🥰

They are SO GOOD!!! 😍

Clemenza the Doberman is standing on his dog bed, and this is a close up of his cute little face with the nose perfectly posed for booping.

In conclusion, he’s rather perfect.

Clemenza tries yet another sitting position using the dog sofa, this time angled to the left.

What if he tries it sideways?