It’s hard being a dog

Sometimes I can’t help but post adorable pictures of my pup to the blog. Prepare yourself to be inundated with cuteness.

This is what I wake up to every morning:

Every weekday morning Remmy  sneaks into bed after the hubby leaves for work (at 5 a.m. — ew!). Snugglefest 2012. It’s basically the best way to wake up.

Rem is a lucky guy lately — since Glen is over at the house during the day doing work, he’s been spending his days with Juno (my dad’s dog) or over at my mom and stepdad’s house. The hubby is also able to telework fairly often, so that’s nice for our pup. I wish I could bring him to work every so often (some of my other coworkers bring their dogs on occasion, but they are much smaller and much more calm), but he’s our little crackhead and would terrorize my office with his effusive love.

One of the greatest things about our house is our yard. In fact, we turned down many other nice houses if the yards weren’t any good. Our crazy dog needs a place to expend some energy.

He’s got so much room to run around. It’s been wonderful so far.

Another fun fact about our dog is that he is part kangaroo. His papers don’t say it, but you can’t fool me.

The hubby is just the best influence for the dog. He never rewards him for jumping. Never. (I should say that he did it once in the yard, then I asked him to do it again so I could get a photo. I am a tad to blame as well. But only a tad.)

And, of course, what could be more fun than running right at Brian then turning super fast to avoid him catching you? Nothing.

Like I said in my post title, it sure is hard being a dog.

Looks like someone really needs some H2O.

And, just to prove our nickname… note the powdery white substance on Remmy’s snout in this photo… I told you all he’s a crackhead.

This is how our pup looks after spending the day gallivanting through his new yard:

He’s just so sleepy.

Can’t. Stay. Awake.

Haha, I love him to pieces.

One of the cutest things Remmy used to do at our old place was run up and down the stairs and stick his head through the railing. Now, I think my new favorite thing is when he stares at himself in the mirror. The other day he just looked at himself for 10 minutes. I guess he’s never had a mirror at his height before, but with our many mirrored doors, it’s perfect for him to be oober vain. He’s loving it (and he probably thinks this blog post is about him). I’m going to try to capture a photo of it — it’s just too stinking adorable.

OK, have you had enough of the cuteness?

P.S. My dog is basically Dug from Up! Love it.