I'm so glad it's finally Friday. This week has felt at least twice as long as most others.
The doggies have been up to more naughtiness than usual lately. Might that be because we are NEVER home? Or maybe because life had settled down (after baseball and before football) and we were home more? Now we are back to the crazy schedule, and they don't like it?
My last post showed Thumper's handiwork. He chewed up a rug (the 8x10 one in my living room), tore up his dog bed and ate the stuffing, and then regurgitated it in his crate. Being the crafty little devil that he is, he covered that pile up with his deflated dog bed cover. I found it the next day. Maybe TMI, but I found it by thinking it was loose fluff. I stuck my hand in it to pick it up. Then I had yet another freak out moment...poor Thumper just sits there, tail a thumping, and squints his eyes until his face looks flat. Probably wondering why the Mom is saying all those things that usually the Dad says. I firmly believe boys - whether 2 legged or 4 legged - can make you say words you rarely even thought about before they entered your life.
Moving on, Monday night I returned home to find that some dog (you probably guessed it - Thumper) had been climbing up on the kitchen sink in search of scraps. Seriously, you would think we never fed them. He knocked the dish drain full of pots, silverware, and a serrated knife onto the floor. Fortunately, nothing broke and no one was hurt. One of my friends saw the knife and said, "Well, at least he didn't stab his brother." Yep - she has boys too. The two legged and four legged kind. She has lots of stories and freak out moments too, but she posts her's on Facebook.
Not to be left out of the ruckus, Lightning has taken to leaving presents in the guest room again. He won't poop anywhere else in the house, so I can just shut that door and he has to hold it. Ha. I win! It takes so little to thrill me these days. Air flow upstairs sucks with the door closed, but I'll sacrifice my son's comfort to keep the dog from crapping up there.
I have had to start crating Thumper again during the day. I hate that, but I don't want him to hurt himself or Lightning, and the incident with the dishes made me think that he very well could have. I wish I had had a video camera in the kitchen to see them scatter when those dishes hit the floor. I'm surprised there wasn't poop there then. :)
Have a good weekend. Rain is forecast here. Maybe I'm weird, but I'm looking forward to it. It makes us slow down.
It sure sounds like both Lightning and Thumper have been up to some good shenanigans! Too bad you have to crate Thumper, but you have to do what's best. Have a great weekend. :)
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ReplyDeleteI'm baaack!! I haven't any clue as to where I went--life's busy goings-on's took me away--but I'm back!! ;-}
I love rain!! So. Let's be weird together!! Hee, hee, hee.... ;-D
"Dogs are great. Bad dogs, if we can really call them that, are perhaps the greatest of them all." ~John Grogan. I thought you would like this quote!! ;op
Love, Raelyn.... And Rose, my BEAUTIFULLY UNIQUE "Mystery Dog"!!
Holy tomatoes! Your boys have really been up to Mischief! "It takes so little to thrill me these days"... LOL. I love that you outsmarted Lightning. Fingers crossed that he won't move to another room :) X
ReplyDeleteWow - what an exciting week! That's hilarious about the vomit! For me - probably not for you when it happened. It reminded me of when my old dog Copper with his bum hips, would get up on the couch and towards the end, he really must not have known when little poos would sometimes slip out. So this one time after I got home from work, I was resting my head on the sofa pillow and slid my hand underneath it and felt something soft. For some reason I thought, how on earth did mashed potatoes make it under the pillow? Then I took my hand out and looked at the brown smear that was most certainly NOT mashed potatoes. My exact words in a rather high-pitched voice were "It's a poo!! It's a poo!!" The couch and cushions received a deep cleaning as soon as I had thoroughly boiled/disinfected my hand.
ReplyDeleteGross!!! I might never have eaten mashed potatoes again. Lol. Old dogs can be so funny....I had one who if he had a surprise like that he would look at it like right there by him like "It wasn't me!" and walk to the opposite side of the room. :)
DeleteI feel horrible that I'm chuckling over this post. These misadventures make good blog reading and writing, but lousy time cleaning up.
ReplyDeleteI am thankful for the humor in these misadventures. I am happy that people can laugh about it. Out of the grossness comes something good. :)
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