I woke up at 2:00 a.m. and had trouble getting back to sleep, so I went out to the living room to read for awhile. Just as the detective was cornering the elusive bad guy, I sensed a flicker of motion in the hallway. I looked up to see what appeared to be a very tiny, little old, fat man wearing a mottled gray coat with a thick, white fur collar making his feeble way down the hallway. Leprechaun? No. QUESO! What are you doing out of the puppy corral?! He had no answer for that. I picked him up, packed him back to the kitchen, and secured the puppy corral. He protested strenuously, but when I told him the Jimmy Fallon show was already over, he settled down. This morning, I managed to get up and out to the kitchen BEFORE puppies were out of the puppy house. I dumped the dirty laundry in a chair and swiftly gathered up all the puppies and placed them in the laundry basket flying machine. We made our landing at a part of the yard FAR from the front porch. I ran back inside to quickly clean up the puppy corral -- and knocked over Ravens water pail. I do own a mop, but I have no idea where it is. I gathered up the dirty newspapers, wiped up the floor, and put out clean newspapers. Then I sat down on the porch and watched the puppy show. I believe that this morning, some of them actually DID go potty outside instead of waiting till they got back to the puppy corral. You may wonder why I would be unsure, but watching these guys is like watching a 5 ring circus. Its easy to miss a few things. This morning, Taka decided to acknowledge these little fur balls as dogs. She walked up to Kiri and gave her a little sniff on the head. Meanwhile, Chevre, not realizing that she was in the presence of a sheep herding legend, carefully put her little mouth around Takas hindleg and tried to bite her. Taka looked at Chevre and then at me. They are puppies. you know. Yes, Sweetcake, no one can dispute that. After the 23rd time I had to snatch somedoggie from the portal of the puppy-consuming cave under the front porch, I decided I was done resting. I picked them up, two by two, and packed them back to their corral. It made Raven hysterical. She felt that they should be flying first class in the laundry basket or not at all. I sent Raven outside. Then I made two dishes of puppy mush. I had a little goats milk to use up, so I softened their kibble with that this morning. Dish #1 was consumed quickly. Dish #2 was spilled all over their clean newspapers --- for greater accessibility, you know. Now everydoggie is once again sound asleep --- recharging for another pup-roarious day. Save me.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 14:59:41 +0000
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