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! :-)
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Moving is the worst! Dogs can be so naughty! My dog (who really is angelic) has eaten butter off my mom's counter, halloween candy and porkchops (thawing for Sunday dinner. Who knows what gets into them. We do HEART our dogs though.
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