

The last few days have been quite intense. I am a little irritable trying to get stuffed moved, packed and unpacked, etc... Today was going fairly well until about 4:30. I was working on a hallway closet (junk, nothing even worth keeping) when I realized my little dog was outside digging her way to china while the boys were just laughing and encouraging her. She knows better than to do this. I have tried everything: covering the holes back up, spanking her, putting her in her kennel, putting her poop in the graved holes and covering them up (found this non-working trick on a website) and I finally just made her come in the house and put her in the kennel. Upon my entrance into the house I find my older dog eating my kids leftover snack (PB and apples) that they didn't throw away. When I yelled her name she looked up at me with PB all over her face and ears. For those of you who may be reading this doing a little blog stalking, please hear my advice. A dog doesn't need a playmate like a child does. They are not kids, one is perfect and two is a crowd. Don't get me wrong... I heart my dogs... most days! :-)