Don't get me wrong, I love my dogs. Harper and Beene are great pups with super attitudes. But occasionally I forget they are still canines and capable of destruction, without giving a second thought to consequences. The last couple days these two have been nothing short of temperamental little bastards, and I've wanted to break their little puppy legs. (Back off PETA, I'm only kidding.)
Two nights ago, my love and I decided on sushi for dinner. We walked the block up to Sam's and stuffed ourselves full of delectible finger food until we were on the verge of bursting. Of course that didnt stop us from making a pit stop on the way home to KV for dessert. Total... we must have been gone 45 minutes. We both acknowledged that the dogs deserved a trip to the P A R K and planned on taking them when we came back from dinner.
*Key in the lock* Door Opens*....
"What the hell is this...."
To my complete and utter astonishment, we walked into an entire newspaper shredded into hamster bedding, and a couple of sleepy eyed dogs... sleepy from the roll of Ritz crackers they managed to wolf down! We had a good chuckle to ourselves because it was hilarious, and then returned to scolding the demons sitting wide-eyed and stuffed to the gills.
Flash forward to this morning...
Beene thought it'd be a good idea to chew the crotches of our underwear, (2nd day in a row) so she spent the morning in her crate. After eating most of her breakfast, J crawled back into bed for a few minutes of snuggling... when out of no where *smack smack chomp chomp*... Harper helped herself to the remains for J's oatmeal sitting on the coffee table. GREAT.
Thinking the worst of the devilish dog activity was behind me, I left Beene out of her crate while I took a shower, so she could have a few minutes of freedom. Less than 15 minutes later, I walk into the living room, to my little pug... curled up... all soft and cute... next to J's orange rocker... CHEWING ON IT. Jesus... kill me now. I think it's time for an exorcism people. My house is being over run by Satan's little helpers.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
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2 comments:
Firstly, welcome back to blogging. I had honestly stopped checking the link to your blog.
Secondly, I would strongly recommend rending the first season of the Dog Whisperer. That shit works wonders.
I have to keep my dirty underwear out of reach from my beast, I've lost too many good pairs that way. God rest their crotches. Now she just pulls pieces of paper into the middle of the floor to show her discontent with me, which is fine.
by rending i mean renting
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