Aggressive my butt!

First, a quick update to my pumpkin pasta post a few weeks ago. I made it again last week, and it was soooo good, even better than the first time. I used a child-safe pumpkin knife to cut my pie pumpkin open, and it worked like a charm. Once in half, I was able to chop the pumpkin into smaller squares, where I could just chop the flesh off with my regular knife. I remembered to pile the spices in, and I used asiago cheese instead of parmesan. I also let it sit for five minutes before serving. I could eat this every day. Seriously.

Anyway, it's been a crazy few days, and another whirlwind weekend, with Meg visiting (yeah!), a wedding on Saturday (where the button popped off my new dress -- wardrobe malfunction anyone?), and Nicky came home with me on Sunday!

The HS wanted to foster him for two weeks because of food and rawhide aggression. I don't know if we have the magic touch or what, but he hasn't even hinted at any such thing. I'm sure the shelter is stressful, so maybe that's all it is. But he's been nothing but fantastic. And him and Heidi? Best pals. It's total chaos, with them running around in circles all day (click here for crazy dogs goin' nuts!), but it actually is kind of nice because I don't have to chase Heidi out of the towels or the garbage. We were worried about his first night -- we crated him in the spare bedroom -- but even that wasn't too bad. The dogs barked at each other on and off for 15 or 20 minutes, but then they finally gave in to their exhaustion and didn't make a peep until I woke them up at 7 for breakfast. (Yes, you read that right. I was up at 7 am. UGH!) Heidi's been a fantastic older sister, putting Nicky in his place but being the most gracious host. We're very proud of her. :)

Hi, I'm Nicky. Wanna play?

I will kick your ass!

I don't think so, mister. This is my crib!

I step on your head! I squish you!

I love you, Heidi. You are the wind beneath my wings, Nicky.