#tulio osiris

[msmhari]

Spare a thought for poor Tulio for he has had A Morning.

A couple of weeks ago we moved in with my cousin and her children and partner. So Tulio now has four kids he gets to play with. For context.

This morning he got to go out while youngest was waiting for the bus. He never gets to see the kids before school so he got all excited.

And then.

Then.

A giant yellow monster kidnapped his girl! Right in front of him and his mama and mama didn't do ANYTHING!

Not even a half an hour later from this tragedy he got his head stuck under the cabinet again. The cabinet in question got shifted yesterday to get a cat out from under it and so the gap is not even across the whole length anymore. It's wide enough on one end to stick his face through, but too narrow to pull it back out after he scoots his dust mop body 6 inches to the right.

He discovered this yesterday and needed mama to save him from consequences. This morning he decided to repeat the experiment.

So from the bathroom I hear the small dog 'halp am being murdered!' screaming and know he's done it again.

Unfortunately because I was in the other room the first on the scene to help were his big brothers. Tragically they are both *also* dogs and are therefore limited in their choices. So I returned to the room to Bede running in panicked circles with Edgar gently and "helpfully" punching Tulio. Who again has his head trapped under a cabinet and can do nothing but flail his leggies and scream.

::insert walking into a flaming room with pizza gif::

Y'all it was only 8:30am. I'm putting Tulio back to bed, he can start his day over.

[msmhari]

Behold. The most perfect image of my son's ever captured. We're visiting family and we have:

Edgar (tan cane corso) interrogating my nephew's shelf like he works for a casino and the random stuff basket was cheating the house.

Bede (black pitbull) just trying to cuddle and be cozy because it's bedtime but somehow he's surrounded by bullshit.

Tulio (kobold, or some sort of terrierest) delightedly on his way to make matters worse and encourage Edgar's fuckery.

Some multi dog households have elegant and well behaved packs. Some have a friendly conglomerate of siblings. Me? I have the three fuckin' stooges

[msmhari]

This right here?

This is the stupid little face of a Criminal. This scruffy little kobold figured out how to open my antique sewing box. The one on legs that is the perfect height for my couch.

How did we learn he could do this?

He opened it, stole a small bit of embroidery silk, and closed the box again. And ate the plastic the silk was wound around. Don't worry, he will likely pass what little he ate because I found the chunks he left behind. I'm watching him.

How does he feel to be a Crime Baby?

I'd say his remorse is lacking.

[msmhari]

Took Tulio on an adventure this weekend. I mean I actually went on vacation with my beloved wife and our friend. That was entirely set up and arranged by our friend. Because he is a delightful human and I'm glad we kept him.

Anyway. Microhound had a couple firsts this weekend!

First beach trip

First Time going in water bigger than a bathtub

First Time going to a restaurant

First Time in a hotel

He did so good y'all. So good ❤️

[msmhari]

My babies 💖

Yes they are both entirely on top of me. Combined they put weigh me. But my traumatized ass requires her own body weight in emotional support creatures cosplaying weighted blankets.

[msmhari]

A tale of two dogs:

Edgar, for all that he is a large and powerful breed, is very gentle with his toys. Well his plushie ones. Anything not soft is gnawed until properly destroyed. As per sacred doggo tradition. He came home a year and a half ago and he still has Snow Leopard, the water bottle sized plush snow leopard that Polaris's mother gave him his first giftsmas.

Tulio...is a terrier. His greatest joy comes from eviscerating plushie toys. Hell he's been happily gnawing on a kevlar wing he ripped off a stuffed turkey toy back in March. He has more fun with the parts than the whole toy.

When I first found Tulio, like within 20 minutes, I got him a little duck in rabbit ears plush. He's finally big enough, and has chewed on it often enough, to do damage to Ducky. This is fine, Ducky is his toy and dog toys are meant to be destroyed. It's their primary purpose ultimately.

Tulio, Day 1. Ducky (barely) in the top right corner.

However this? This Horrifies Edgar.

Ducky and Tulio came home together as far as he is concerned. Why would his baby destroy his ducky?!

Edgar, horrified.

So Edgar keeps gently stealing Ducky.

Occasionally I will hear the puppy gallop off to whatever fuckery his brain has landed on now, followed by the slower and softer patpatpat of Edgar. I will then, inevitably, see a full grown cane corso trying to tip toe into his crate, Ducky barely peeking out of his jowls.

He never gets mad at Tulio. Nor does he prevent Tulio from finding and playing with Ducky again. He just, every so often, decides this poor $2 stuffed duck has Seen Enough and tucks him away for a bit.

Then watches helplessly when the tiny Kobold rips off an ear.

[msmhari]

Behold, my boys.

[msmhari]

The napions are stronk.