Don’t get me wrong, I adore all our fur-babies, but there are days…
Like this morning for instance, I went downstairs and found that the girls had disemboweled a toy rabbit. I would never have believed there was enough stuffing in one toy to cover an entire room–correction–an entire room AND half of the back yard, but apparently, that is the case. I guess I should be grateful it was just a toy rabbit. I had nearly finished raking up the bunny stuffings and was looking forward to getting back to my blogging when Wishbone ran up behind me, grabbed the garbage bag right out of my hand, then proceeded to tear all over the yard, shaking the bag ferociously, flinging bits of fiberfill every which way.

When I finally finished the cleanup and returned to my office I found that Brownie had suffered a potty incident in my absence. The greatly distressed little pommie had a poop pancake firmly cemented to her butt…her nearly bald butt, the close clipping of which was supposed to prevent just such problems. In her attempts to remove the offending mass, she had smeared large areas of it across the hardwood floors, (thank God we have no carpeting!) She required a full bath to remove it all.

After blow-drying little Brownie, whose name had suddenly taken on a whole new meaning, I spent the next twenty minutes mopping the hallway and both bedrooms, then the bathroom just to be on the safe side. A short while later I heard Ginger barking her head off and I hurried downstairs fully expecting to find an escaped convict wielding an ax, judging from the decibel of her frantic barking. There was no escaped convict, but the mailman had apparently left a padded envelope on top of our mailbox, which then fell off the mailbox and onto the patio, into the slathering jaws of the pack. And once again our backyard looked like a tornado had made a pass through it.

It’s just a darn good thing they’re so cute…