The dogs have been naughty. That is, of course, assuming that they ever are not naughty. So I guess the last few weeks have been a bit more intense than usual. Now that only the faintest aroma of dog shit can be detected (I dug it out of the cracks in my wood floor. I shit you not. *Heather falls out of chair laughing), I thought I would reflect on two of the greatest doggie loves, and greatest time-sucks, of my existence.
I don’t know anything about raising multiple children, as I am the mother of a single. However, I do know that having two dogs is a lot like having twelve (hundred) dogs.
Sibling rivalry, anyone?
This is where Sam begins her plan to steal the whole.friggin.bottle. of “Doggie Calming Tablets”. $35, an entire night of damage control (if you know what I mean), and a few doggie-mama white hairs later; it’s all good.
Because I’m sure that Jesus loved dogs more than all the other animals, we let the dogs rip their bed apart and roll around in it while we watched. Nothing says “we love you” than a sanctioned free-for-all.
Little did we know that this cone would push Sammie into a most severe round of anxiety-induced colitis. Don’t know what that is? Spray paint.Which was a nice treat, after Bella’s reaction to the anesthesia.
Now, are you all thinking how unfreakingbelievably dumb it is for me to have a white duvet? I am. And now, I am going to study spelling with the adolescent yeti that is my son and see what the dogs have done in my absence. Wish me luck.