Working Like a Dog

Grimm's mom used to return from "work" smelling like other dogs, but now something has changed. On her busiest days, he'd be able to distinguish maybe a dozen different dog smells. It always made him jealous. For the last two weeks, the number has been much higher - several dozen, at least. His nose can't even keep up at this point. Surely Mom can't be playing with that many dogs without him, right?

Even worse, she hasn't been coming home in the middle of the day, like she used to. Why would that be? It wasn't every day before, but it was pretty close. Now she leaves, and she seems to be gone forever. Something weird is going on, for sure.

It all started the day after Mom did that collection of unusual things: she put on a dress, spent a lot of time in the bathroom, and wore really loud shoes. (Well, this time it was just one really loud shoe.) A few hours after she got home, her phone rang. Following a short conversation, there was much squealing and hugging. She hugged Pudge, she hugged Grimm, she hugged them both together. When Dad got home she hugged them all. Grimm had no idea what that was all about.

Right now, Grimm is snoozing on his new couch, thinking about Mom. Pudge wants to wrestle, but Grimm can't even focus on having fun right now. Pudge doesn't understand. Puppies are dumb. And Mom is on her lunch break thinking about them too. After she works here for a while, she'll have the option of bringing the pups with her. While that would work wonderfully for one of them, the other would have a meltdown. That's going to make for a tough decision.

Grimm's Critique of the New Digs

Grimm's ride home

Grimm's ride home

Grimm has been home for three entire weeks now. Apparently "home" means something different than he thought it did. He was surprised and confused to see where Mom and Dad brought him after boarding school.

Pudge seems to have doubled in size since Grimm has seen him last. Unfortunately, it seems no one told Pudge that, as his still wrestles like a much smaller puppy. Grimm has the cuts and bruises to prove it. Grimm's not really complaining, though. With a yard as large as their new one, he's happy to have someone to sprint around with.

Pudge's body language pretty much sums up everyone's feelings.


Mom, on the other hand, has been a huge disappointment. Grimm was so happy to finally see her again, but he remembers her being much different when he left. She used to walk and train with him nearly every day. Now she sits around all day in a giant shoe, and Grimm only gets out when Dad has time to take him. All he wants is to show off his new leash skills before he forgets them, but it doesn't seem like that's going to happen any time soon.

In the meantime, Grimm tries to focus on enjoying the nearly endless snuggles Mom seems to want. After watching what feels like a jillion episodes of Monica and Chandler dating, Grimm gladly gives up his spot on the couch to Pudge. He needs a break. His little brother can deal with Mom's hugs for a while.

On Monday, Grimm's mom anticipates good news from her podiatrist. She won't be all healed up just yet, but she should be able to ditch the crutches and move around in just her boot. All she needs is a great x-ray at her appointment. Fingers crossed!

The boys have been almost inseparable since Grimm's return, and it's adorable. <3 

Minor Setback

A few months ago, Grimm's mom started coming home from work a little extra cranky and sore in her feet. She was working an average of 30 hours per week. As a result, she hardly noticed that one day her right foot hurt a little extra. Always one to tough it out, she simply drew an Epsom salt foot bath and tried to sleep it off. Over the coming months, as the soreness got worse, she chalked it up to working too much. When she stopped working to prepare for the move and it was still worsening, though, she knew it was time to see a doctor.

Yesterday, she came home from that appointment and Pudge watched her put a weird shoe on. When he rang the bell to go out, she took a long time to get up and used loud metal sticks to stumble to the door. At first he thought the loud sticks were scary, but now he thinks they're the greatest toy. He's always trying to walk under and between them. It's delightful.

Mom is not finding this to be so delightful. She's trying to cope with turning down all the Rover work that JUST started rolling in after two weeks of frustrated waiting. Not only can she not help with the bills for a little while, every household chore takes her a jillion times longer than it should - if she can even do it at all. Putting away the clean dishes takes about 20 minutes. Scooping poop is absolutely out of the question.

Luckily, the boys' family has some great friends that are happy to help out. It's gonna be a long 3 weeks, but they're gonna make it through. With Grimm coming home soon, everything is going to be just fine.

Results Are in: Doggie DNA

The time has finally come! The results are in! (Though, to be fair, they were in a few weeks ago. Moving has just been more pressing than blogging.) Before we dive in, let's take a look at the DNA guesses that you readers sent in:


Your guesses for the big guy: made entirely of other big guys.


Your guesses for the little guy: even bigger guys.

The actual results were quite surprising. The boys' mom even wrote in to double check Grimm's results because they were so unbelievable.

It turns out that NEITHER of her boys are pit bull in the true breed definition. WHAT? Someone should tell that to whoever was trying to home those puppies under the label "pit bull". Pudge in particular is an excellent example of most shelters' inability to accurately discern a dog's genetic make-up by simply looking at him. When his mother came in with her enormous litter, they took one look at her, labeled her a pit, and called the pups "pit mixes". Now they'll all carry that potentially troublesome label around until someone double checks.

Before his mom goes off on a breed specific legislation rant, there's how the process worked:


Embark's kit comes with clear instructions on how to swab DNA from the dog's mouth. Convincing the boys to participate (without swallowing the swab whole) was the most challenging part. After that, just recap, shake, and mail it in.

And you wait...

The waiting period IS quite long. That is probably the most frustrating part of the process. To their credit, Embark tries to help pass the time by sending email updates until the results are in.

Until, finally!

After all the waiting, you finally get the delightfully comprehensive results. In addition to breed information, you also get a screening for many genetic disease markers. Through that screening, Grimm's parents learned that he carries a gene showing risk for a type of blindness. They'll be on the lookout for signs in the coming years. Pudge carries no genes indicative of the diseases tested.

At last, the results show the breed make-up of both pups. Rather than reiterate all of that information here, Grimm's mom recommends you explore the results by clicking on the pie charts below.

Have you ever considered getting your dog tested? Does this spark your curiosity? Which bit of the boys' results was most surprising to you?

Note: this post was not sponsored by Embark. Grimm's mom just really digs the product.