God Pups Of The World Unite!

We are so excited to be God Pups, or do you think it should be Great God Pups?  Meg never actually sanctioned the idea to Janet, but she also didn't ask her "what are you, nuts?", so we are running with it.  Not only that, Meg is far too busy at the moment to read our blog, so we can bask in the glory.

We started off Sunday with a little stroll down to the Oak Bay Tea Party.  It was beautiful and sunny and there were lots of people.

Every year, this is an issue for me.....I can't seem to wrap my head around stepping over, or on this cover they use to hide the cords.

When I can hear people snickering, I finally muster up the courage.  I don't want to be known as the village idiot dog!

After our walk, we were thrown into the back of the Volvo, and off we went!  First order of the day....lunch at Crow and Gate Pub.

Well, first order of the day if you are a person.  If you are a dog, you wait in the back of the car in the shade.

Look who we discovered in Squamish!  Mr. Baby Finley!

Hi, little Buddy!

Mr. Baby quickly got into the swing of things.  He and Phil are networking and schmoozing.

Even Grandfather's have to make a buck!

Janet had Phil make some more of those ridiculous hats.

Our hats say "It's A Boy" and Mr. Baby's hat says "Finley, I'm The Boy"  He felt as foolish as we did.  You can tell he is a bit concerned about growing up around these crazy ass grandparents!   I can at least fake it, but look at Noodle's face - she has the 'get me the hell out of here now!" look written all over it!

See Mr. Baby's fancy pants bassinet?  It's a loaner from Phil and Janet and Meg's friends Karen, Ken and Raeleigh.

Don't worry, Mr. Baby Finley....Noodles has your back!

Janet "says" they were very cheap poor (and sounds like hugely disorganized) when Meg was born.  Janet is rocking the "she was three weeks early" gig.  This was Meg's bed when she first came home from the hospital.  Who lets a newborn baby sleep in such a manner?  On the bright side, Meg turned out pretty well, so perhaps it was tough love, newborn style!

Yes, folks.  In case you think you have misunderstood, a laundry basket like this one was Meg's first bed.  When she got too long, she was moved to an empty dresser drawer - outside of the dresser, of course!  Finally and we are willing to bet,  just moments before Children's Welfare dropped by, someone gave them a real crib.

Looking out for Mr. Baby is exhausting.

Look....he's asleep!

Good night, Mr. Baby!