I'd like to say that nothing's been going on here, but that isn't true; a lot has. I will confess that I have been nail biting and pacing the floor for the last several days. I had some not so pretty test results come back and we've been forced to wait and see; neither of which is a strong suit for me.
I've tried to be patient and not be edgy or gruff with the kids. If I snap, I trip over my words and explain myself. They've been great. Best of all they've been forgiving of my bad mood.
The dogs? That's another story. They pick up on my tension and frustration. It has had quite an effect on them.
Winston has decided that each and every corner, chair/table/couch leg, cupboard and dresser are his and subsequently shoud smell like him. Yep. He's been a whizzing MACHINE. He only weighs fourteen pounds and by the amount of Bounty ('cause it IS the quicker picker upper) paper towels I've used, ten of it is pee. FABULOUS. Well, in the Mommy/doggie world, I do NOT count to three. I don't count. Winston has spent a consideable amount of time in prison. I believe he now has a homemade Mom tattoo on his upper shoulder...nice ink...but you still don't get parolled Bud. I found a damp spot and it's too high to blame on your "sister".
Yes, in fact let's discuss your SISTER. She is a thief. A klepto. A sneak. As I've written before, she steals things that belong to us and hides them in her cage. This makes them hers in her k-9 mind. In the last few days I have retrieved:
two razors (mangled and chewed)
ink pen skeletons (only the spring and half of the shell remain)
a stuffed piglet
two bars of soap
a roll of toilet paper
Leggos (countless and shapless)
a fingernail clipper
my favorite sunglasses
miscellaneous pencils and erasers (only the smell of chewed wood and wet rubber linger)
my blackberry
my iPod
These latter two were untouched but hidden under the stuffed pig She was lucky, or she'd have been the one STUFFED...and on my mantle up north. Friggin dog. It's not that she doesn't have toys or rawhides or reindeer hooves or SOMETHING puppy-ish to chew. She simply pulls a Wynona and lives for the thrill.
Friggin dogs.
So today, I was finished with all my testing and feeling pretty good. I came home and loved the dogs, played with them...tried to reassure them. I must have failed somewhere in my dog line of communication. I've never claimed to be a "whisperer". They got me good though. One last horrah?
Winston has decided that he likes gum. Juicy Fruit to be exact and he promptly pulled an unusally large amount out and sat down SAT DOWN to a snack. The only reason I caught him was he was smacking his lips and coughing up tin foil. He looked as if he found something funny in the carpet. I think he was really trying to hide what he was doing. Parole violation, in ya go!
For Birdie's grand finale, she has decided to pull all the laundry into her cage. Yep, all the shirts, towels...everything. There is almost no room for her...stolen leggos. I could barely see her all balled up in my sweatshirts and yoga pants.
Well, I admit they've given me a different focus. I should be grateful.
Friggin dogs.
