It has been an intense couple of days.  Lincoln's mobility has increased at an exponential rate. He went from slowly scooting and taking his time to speed scooting/crawling over the weekend.  His belly is still on the ground when he moves, but he has figured out the opposing arm/leg movement and is now very quickly moving around the house.  When he is awake he is clambering, crawling, climbing, and squirming.  He will sit still to read a book, but you can't even get through two books before he starts squirming around.  This morning he woke up and within about 2 seconds (I don't even think he was fully awake), he started moving around and climbing on me.  I spent most of yesterday following him around and figuring out what was safe to have around the house and what needed to be put away from grubby little hands. 

 

Roo is not pleased by this new situation.  Sunday, I found Lincoln in her dog bowl, a handful of kibble in one hand, and the other hand about to cram some kibble in his mouth.  Shortly thereafter, he was splashing in her water bowl.  I moved both outside yesterday and she seemed visibly distraught.  Later in the day I went outside and found a bird eating her kibble.  I moved the bowl closer to the house (right outside her dog door) but she was pissed.  She kept frantically sniffing around her bowl and stuff because she couldn't figure out the weird smell by her food.

 

Roo is wary of the little guy now.  If she lays down near us, he charges for her--trying to grab her collar or "pet" her (which means trying to pull her hair).  He is all of a sudden very into her toys.  I bought her a new toy this weekend and of course he wants it, even though he has a gazillion toys of his own to play with and has never expressed interest in her toys before.  I saw her snatch her toy away from him and run away the other day and she totally seemed like the grumpy older sister who is tired of her kid brother taking her shit.  If a dog could scowl, she'd be scowling right now.  Mostly she just pouts on her bed or in the hallway, but even those aren't Lincoln safe spots anymore.  And I had to close the door down to the basement so the kid won't fall down the stairs and so she doesn't even have her bean bag to retreat to.  Just wait until the kid discovers the dog door and I am forced to put up a baby gate.  I will have a very unhappy pup on my hands.  I've been trying to give her extra loving and exercise but it doesn't matter.  Things will never be the same for her now that he is mobile and after her.  She's just going to have to get used to it.