Rest in Peace Balboa

Dear Balboa,

I love you dearly, you were our baby long before having a child was even possible. I spoiled you from the beginning and I never regretted it. 

I remember when Daddy first brought you home, you were so tiny and scared. I refused to leave you in the kitchen alone, you had to be in my bed with me. You immediately held onto my arm as you slept. You KNEW I was your Mommy.  

Everyone fell in love with you, how could they not? You were cute, sweet, cuddly, and loved to give kisses. You did not like being a dog, you knew in your heart you were our furry child.

Even when we brought Anthony home and too often you had to wait for affection, you still loved us. You loved to play tug with Anthony and would happily chase after toys we threw.

You loved when Daddy would rub your belly, the joy was all over your face.

You loved your kisses and hugs.

We loved your enthusiasm for peanut butter and cheese...heck, you'd eat anything. We loved how you tried to protect us from all those crazy leaves...what a brave dog.

You loved Anthony's giggles when you'd kiss him over and over.

I am sorry I didn't pay better attention to your symptoms...I wish I hadn't chalked up your extra grunts and snorts as you just being you... You weren't having seizures, your body was in pain because of your megaesaphagus. I wish the neurologist had taken the time to look a little closer. I wish you were still here, running, snorting, jumping, licking, talking, and cuddling with us.

I'm sorry that we were in Florida when your body took a turn for the worse. I'm sorry that it would be too painful for you to wait for us to get back home. I wanted to hold you in my arms as you started your journey to heaven with God. While I'm glad that you had wonderful nurses and doctors to love you as you fell asleep, I wish it was me that held you. I'm sorry that I was not there when you needed me the most. For that I will always feel guilty.

We will always love you and miss you, our hearts will have a small hole just for you...one day we will meet again and play with and cuddle with...I can't wait to kiss you again my sweet boy. 

For now run free my sweet boy. Run, jump, snort, sneeze, snort, talk, chase those leaves, sniff other dogs, eat all the cheese and peanut butter you want, cuddle and feel safe in God's arms. I know you will watch over us and I am so thankful we have you as our guardian angel dog.

Love Always Mommy, Daddy, and Anthony

          

Typical Evening at Home

This is what happens most evenings

Mommy takes out her camera to try and take pics of us.

Balboa: "Don't look Anthony she has that camera again."

Balboa: "want to play Anthony, since mommy is too busy with that stupid camera?"

Anthony: "Yeah, lets play and ignore her, but she won't let go of your toy." Mommy still holding onto MY toy
Balboa: "Maybe you can play tug with me?" Anthony trying to stretch up to talk with me

Anthony: "I don't have any teeth yet to grab onto the toy, see." Anthony showing me inside of his mouth

Balboa: "Whoa what is that noise?" Listening and being on guard

Balboa: "Oh, its just bags of clean clothes mommy hasn't put away yet. There so
filled with clothes they are falling over."

Balboa: "Whoa, gotta fart. Oh that felt good."

Anthony: "That stinks, worse than my diapers." Anthony diapers stink REALLY REALLY BAD

Balboa: "Yeah, I'm pretty proud of myself. Stick with me and
I'll teach you how to stink out the house."

Anthony: "Heee, Heee, Heee. Between, you, me and daddy, maybe we can stink

her out and she'll drop the camera."

Anthony: "Or maybe she'll drop the remote and we can watch something

other than lifetime movies." Mommy watches too much lifetime stuff, even daddy says so

My first post of 2010

So much going on.....

The best part about celebrating a new year MY BIRTHDAY IS FOUR DAYS LATER!!!!!

I had a great Christmas, I got to destroy boxes and got some great toys. I got to taste all the food around the table, and of course gave lots of stinky farts. Who doesn't love stinky Frenchie farts????

Hey, if your not a fart lover, its better than super stinky Anthony diapers, man that stuff can kill you.

Anthony is still here, and now he likes to scream so loud. What is up with that??? And he is a crazy dude. I think he is trying to destroy the house, starting with this toys.

he knocked down his own play mat

and he is so proud of the trouble he caused

I'm not watching him cause I love him,
I want to make sure he doesn't destroy anything else

Just when you think he's locked away....
that's when he's GONNA GET YOU

He's BAAAAAAACK & Got Some Lovin'

Thanks for all your well wishes about Anthony, he is doing much better. He is back to "army crawling" all over the floor. What is "army crawling" well according to mommy it is when a baby is too young to normall crawl. So they crawl on their arms and stomach. And, boy can Anthony do that all over the living room floor. He's taking over the whole place.

WATCH OUT, HE'S COMING FOR YOU!

He's supposed to stay on that play mat, but OH NO, he's gotta move all around. See!!!! See his legs on the rug!!!!!

Okay, now for picture of the star of the blog. ME!!!! Mommy is rubbing my neck, oh yeah I really like that . About time I am treated like the king around here.



Give me some love mommy, right on my eye, the way I like it. I love my mommy.




I hope I get all this lovin' on Christmas Eve. Mommy and daddy are having Christmas Eve at our place. MOmmy's parents, sister and Brother-in-law are all coming over. I better get extra butt rubs, and EXTRA FOOD. OR I WILL PEE ALL OVER THE PLACE, YEAH YOU HEARD ME. PEE ALL OVER THE PLACE.

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Mommy missed out joining the Holiday Card Exchange, so we are going to wish everyone a Merry Christmas.

My new friend & he's sick

MY NEW FRIEND:

I have a new friend, she's all mine and Anthony can't have her!!!!!

My mom put an add in our complex for a high school student to help out during weekdays by walking me so I can do my business. Well Caroline responded, I like her, she lets me sniff whatever I want for as long as I want and thinks its funny. She thinks I'm cute and asks for kisses all the time. She gives me a puperoni after each walk.

The best part is mommy has to pay her, ha ha ha

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HE'S SICK:

Anthony has been pretty sick which means that I get deprived of my precious beauty sleep.

He's always coughing, snoring and making noises when he breathes. Mommy has to give him medicine out of a machine to help him stop making noises.

I think is called broncho-lightus. I never heard of that, How do you get sick with bronco that lights up???? Figures only ANthony would get that. So I hope he gets better soon, SO I CAN GO BACK TO SLEEP.

He wants to be like ME!

I guess that I am one super cool dog, because I think Anthony wants to be like me.

Lately he has been making noises like me. He has been growling and grunting and trying to eat everything that is in his reach. I swear I think he is has even tried to grab me just to bit on me. Even mommy said that he is trying to be like me.

Now I know you think I am exxagerating or going crazy so I got the proof!!!!!!




Now do you believe me??????? Do you see the look on my face? What is going on? Maybe I should start acting like him?

Ummmmm what DO babies do?

Is this right????

So after reading Jake and Just Harry's post on how they get place cards on the table I began to think..


I am older than Anthony and have lived with mom and dad longer too. Therefore, shouldn't I get what he gets or more?!?!?!?! I know he's a baby and can't eat or drink on his own, heck he can't even go outside to poop. He gets to poop in the house in his diaper. Seriously if I did that, well I think you know what would happen!!!!!

I should get to sit at the table on my own chair, I should get a huge bed with lots of wood to chew on, I should get what everyone else is eating on a plate, I should get my own room WITH MY CHOICE OF PAINT COLOR. I actually like the color blue they chose, but that's not the point. I want to be able to choose.

So, I have a feeling that I may not get all that or even some of that. So my only hope is to wait until Anthony starts talking and get him to help me out. So I guess I better be nice to him, maybe I can start by taste testing his baby food to make sure its safe to eat and chewing his toys to make sure they are safe to play with, and chewing his socks to make sure they are resistent to tears. Yeah, that will definately show Anthony I am his buddy. I just hope he starts talking soon.

Now I'll say goodnight, at least I have the couch all to myself..... for now.