Welcome Tanner!

Yesterday Tanner arrived at the Johnson house.  Turns out he is not completely blind but more than likely can only see out of one eye.  He is also BIG.  Like chunky, very chunky.  He looks like Bruce if Bruce gained a lot of weight.  I'm trying to stay away from the f word (fat) but seriously if Tanner were a human he would be two Hoosier units.  It's pretty sad, he has been pacing around the house panting ever since he got dropped off.  Yesterday after his people left he would just stand by our front door with his nose on the ground waiting for them to come back.  Since he never slept in the bedroom, last night I slept on the couch while he slept on the floor next to me.  Every time Oliver woke up in the night (which is pretty frequently and involves me putting his pacifier back in and leaving his room), Tanner would get up, lumber after me, and start panting.  Every time I got up I would tell him to stay and that I'd be right back but the poor guy just didn't know what to do.  He would get confused and then take a couple minutes to lay back down.  He also didn't eat last night because he was all out of sorts.  We bought him a crate because that's where the boys eat and where they go when we're not home.  He got the concept of eating in the crate today but it also involved me gently pushing his back end into the crate so I could close the door. He doesn't like it though and does a cute little bark.  I'm really surprised at how quiet his bark is given his size.
Question: Am I crazy to have 3 dogs, an infant, and a husband who works 80+ hours a week?
Answer: Yes. Yes, I am.
Here's to hoping this poor guy adjusts to life in the Johnson house quickly, I'm afraid he's going to give himself a heart attack with all this panting and pacing.
*There are no pictures to post because try as I might, I just couldn't get him to stand still long enough to get a picture*

Because I like to give my husband a hard time...

Below is the actual transcript of a telephone call I recently had while in the drive up lane at the bank.

Phone {ring ring}

Me: Hello?

Guy: Hi, is this Chris?

Me: No, this is Michelle.

Guy: Is Chris available?

Me: No he's at work right now. Who is this?

Guy: This is (of course I forgot his name) from the Hall of Heroes in Elkhart. I'm calling because we're going to have to move his museum tour at 2pm on Saturday because I have a birthday party scheduled. Do you know if he's available at 4pm?

Me: (laughing) We're getting a dog on Saturday afternoon, he would have to do it earlier.

Guy: Oh man, we're pretty booked up this Saturday we have a lot of birthday parties scheduled, the earliest I can do is 3:30.

Me: (still laughing) I'll have him call you when he gets off work.

Guy: (very enthusiastically) Great! Thanks!

Me: (to Chris's voicemail because he was hard at work being a doctor while now laughing hysterically) Yeah, you're supposed to call the Superhero guy back, they had to reschedule your museum tour due to too many birthday parties. Maybe you could get yourself invited to one and still go at 2? I bet they'll have cake and punch!

My main question, WHY does the Hall of Heroes in Elkhart have my number as opposed to Chris's? My other question, when oh when is Chris going to get to go to the museum? Maybe we can plan his 29th birthday party there? *Please note Chris was attending this museum with two of his colleagues, I assume they are equally disappointed.

In true form with his love for super heroes and naming our pugs all super hero names,

Chris: So I was looking for a super hero named Tanner and couldn't find one. There is a Conner, maybe I could call him Conner. No, that's probably not nice I should probably call him Tanner right?

Me: We're not changing the poor dog's name. He's 7 and will be shocked enough as it is moving in with us.

Chris: You're right. (Oh I love when he says that) How about Murdock? Because Murdock is Daredevil and he was blind. Tanner Murdock.

Me: Sounds good, Tanner Murdock Johnson.

Chris: (with a huge satisfied smile) Tanner Murdock!!!