We don’t get to capture Mowie all that often — she’s not really photogenic like the boys. She tends to put on a bitch face whenever we click to take a picture. We’ve been trying to desperately get a quality picture to at least capture her personality. I think this is the closest I’ve ever got to a non-bitch-face Mowie picture.

We brought Sunny to see the cardiologist this morning.  The good news is that his heart is perfectly normal and very healthy.  It is not enlarged like the vet thought, and his episodes are more than likely not a result of his heart — though it could still be a random irregular heart beat, but not likely. 

Instead, we’re, once again, clueless about what it could be.  The cardiologist advised us to possibly see a neurologist if the episodes continue to happen. 

In a sense, it’s good we ruled out his heart, but I think I’d be more comfortable knowing that it was in fact his heart and we have to then medicate him.  As of right now, we have no idea what’s occurring.  I’m just now hoping that his episodes never happen again. 

My dog, Romeo, is like every other Schiano on the face of this earth: absolutely 110% over-dramatic and crazy.

Yesterday, he realized, for the eight thousandth time since his birth, what that white stuff on the ground really was. He curiously sniffs it until he realizes his nose has become numb — at that time, he gives out a huge sneeze and then looks to me as if I’m supposed to wipe his mouth or something. Then he’ll investigate further by putting a paw print down. He’ll like the sensation and start to prance over the snow. But, it’s not your typical prance. It’s the ‘ohmigod, my paws are getting soaked and extremely dirty’ prance kinda like what Sal and I do when we’re uncomfortable and dirty.

His pooping style has change throughout the years. And yes, I just did say pooping style. As a puppy, I don’t think he actually knew he was pooping. He’d lift his leg up along side a tree, as if he was going to pee, and well, poop instead. This was great, because neighbors thought he was peeing and thus, I didn’t have to pick up that warm mushy poop ::gag::.

Romeo them moved onto mounds to poop on. His trend started by pooping in my mom’s palm tree flower pot (sorry mom). How he ever got his big ass in that pot, I have no idea. I suppose it’s yet another Schiano-trait — we accomplish bizarre unheard of thingss, and usually half-assed, too.

I think Romeo is still on the mound stage of his pooping life. You know how when you plant new trees, there is usually that mound base of mulch? Yeah, well, Romeo certainly likes to squat on those bad boys.

And those mounds of snow that form after shoveling? Romeo poop directly on top.

More Schiano traits?

Don’t wake him during his naps. He’ll be extremely cranky and just want to go back to sleep. Or he’ll get annoyed, start barking in your face until you take him for a w-a-l-k (had to spell it out, just incase he’s reading, you know us schiano’s — internet addicts).

His eat habits? Romeo will eat his dog food if he knows he won’t be getting any more human food. Yes, that’s right, he’ll starve during the day in hopes of getting some human grub throughout meal-time. Then, late at night, he’ll consume himself into his food dish.

The one thing Romeo does that’s so not Schiano-like is drinking out of puddles. [caps]WHAT SCHIANO WOULD DO SUCH A THING?[/caps] But I’ve been trying to teach him and trying to let him know that us Schianos only drink the finest of bottled water — and to never settle for anything less.

That dog still has a lot to learn.