We took Cujo to Slobberfest 2008 this afternoon. Just what the heck is Slobberfest, you ask? Well it is an annual meet-up of over 100 bulldogs in the Seattle area. Hence the word slobber, and there was plenty of that to be had with so many panting, grunting, and snorting bulldogs. There was a Bar-B-Que, vendor booths, and contests. Cujo even won a prize for being the tallest bulldog! Jeramy and I had a good time scoping out all of the bullies. Cujo had a good time convincing all the humans to pet him (he's more of a people dog) and peeing on everything in sight.
It was nice to take Cujo on an outing before Jillian arrives. He definitely knows that something is up. He frequently wanders into the nursery and just looks around trying to figure out what the crazy humans are doing. It will be a tough transition for him given that he's been our baby for nearly seven years now. He is a calm dog and good with babies and little kids, but those ones always went home. It will be interesting to see how he handles it when one moves in for good.
Speaking of dogs, a co-worker asked me if I would donate my placenta to train search and rescue dogs. It is a bit morbid, but apparently that is the best way for them to learn how to find cadavers. Of course I agreed as it is a good cause, and it wasn't as if I was planning on doing anything else with it. I'm also in an autoimmune disease study at my work (many autoimmune diseases go into remission in pregnant women), so I need to get them to draw my blood and take a sample of the cord blood. I'm sure the nursing staff is just going to love me and all my demands.
Anyhow, tomorrow is my due date and my first appointment for an u/s and NST. So maybe I'll know more tomorrow about whether I'll be making all these donations sooner rather than later.