I Hate Mondays

Hol-ee Roller Ball
Best dog toy ever cause they
last a long time.

I was sleeping so peacefully this morning. I was in the perfect position, perfect spot in bed - nice and soft, perfectly calm with not an ounce of pain until the crash in the TV room. Yes, the puppies were playing hard again and Spunkers has a Hol-ee Roller ball he likes to throw around for himself and the girls. Then they fight over it. The thing is like a massive 10 inches in diameter. Well, the Spunkinator threw it right through a window next to David's computer.

When I came hobbling into the room all three puppies were hiding under my art table. Lucy was shaking visibly as usual losing hair but that's beside the point. They knew they did bad.
"Who broke the window," I bellowed?
They pushed themselves harder into the wall to hide. I had to do everything I could to keep from laughing. I wished I could keep my camera on me more often cause these little waifs were looking so fucking cute for bad dogs.

Lucky for them that most of the glass was outside. I got David on the phone and told him about the problem. First he was pissed but then he laughed when I told him about the puppies and how they hid themselves. So now he is on the phone calling for a glass replacement and I just finished cleaning up all the mess.

As for the puppies ... their big toys are going outside now. The weather is gorgeous and not too hot for them to play more outside. David put up a tether ball for them to jump and hit at, which they dearly love. Except Spunky can't see it in the bright light of the day so he plays with it in the evening when the sun is going down. Poor old man is in his 60's now and going blind. Nothing we can do about it. The girls help him by finding his toys for him. I take him on daily walks, slower than usual cause I hobble but he doesn't seem to mind.

Right now the little brats are sleeping on their blankets in the TV room. I have plastic on the broken window space until the guy gets here in a couple of hours. All is well until the next crisis hits.

OCD

Obsessive Compulsion Disorder. Anyone who has a Boston Terrorist for a pet knows what this is. If you don't understand, it's when there are like six thousand little green tennis balls all over the house, in every room and your dog only wants one specific ball and it just happens to be under a bookcase.

Spunky waiting forever for David to throw the ball.

You can be doing something important like trying to get your blog post finished or making toast and out of the living room comes a pathetic little whine from your puppy dog. I don't mean just a sigh type whine. The is a really gut wrenching cry like whine from a poor puppy that lost his only green friend from a sea of friends all around him.

I for one don't want to get down on my arthritic knees just to get one stupid ball. So there Spunky sits for two hours. Whining and occasionally barking like he's trying to get the ball's attention.  Such concentration. I wish I had that. Then he gets tired and decides to lay down and wait for it to come out on it's own.

Finally David comes home for lunch and Spunky is all crazy with joy. He shows David his problem and it's like a mental thing with those two. Except David has extortion on his mind. David says sympathetically, "okay I'll get it out for you. Ya got a dollar? No?  How bout fifty cents?"

Poor Spunkinator. He can't seem to catch a break today. I smack David upside the head and he get's the ball for the little Spunkazoid, who shows his elation at getting his friend back by prancing off to the media room to put it in his bed where he can sleep with it for the afternoon siesta.

Magnetic Personality

Yesterday while David and I were at the doctor's office most of the day something happened. Mind you we have two little Boston Terrorists and a Chihuahua that thinks she owns everything in the house including us. Well, I usually child proof the house before we leave. That means closing the doors to the bathroom, bedroom and living/dining areas. Then I remove any objects, and that includes shoes from the floor that they might get a hold of and chew up. I move both David's and my office chairs away from our desks and turn off any unnecessary power strips that we won't need on.

Yes I know it's a pain in the ass but it's a ritual that saves lives and damages. Now when we leave after all this prep I feel safe and sound and the puppies can kill each other for all I care. So we left them alone for about four hours because everything was moving slow at Dr.D's office.

On the way back we decided to stop off at Sonic and pick up dinner because of all the things I did I forgot to take something out to defrost for dinner. We also picked up extra fries for the puppies. It's a Boston mommy thing. You need to have spoiled Bostons to understand.

Anywho, I noticed something all over the kitchen floor after we let the puppies out. Something black on one side and something like a picture with numbers on the other. I was sweeping up the pieces into the dustpan and when I picked up the dog's blankets for their bed, there was neatly hidden, for her own pleasure for later chewing, larger pieces of what used to be a magnetic calender.

I asked David if he recognized it and he said he lost that thing weeks ago behind his desk. I told him that Lucy found it. He just laughed and told me to keep her away from anything metal until it passes. Simple for him to say. Now I have to go outside and peel her off the chain link fence every time I let the puppies outside. And then I'll have to keep her away from the computers so she doesn't erase the hard drives. What's even worse her personality is already magnetic enough!