On Monday, my week was going pretty well. That is, until I got home from work and was greeted at the door by a very happy puppy. Much hugs and loving until I realizedâ€¦The Puppy Met Me at the Door. Which is Not Good. The puppy is not allowed in the house unsupervised. At all. Ever. Because the house contains wall-to-wall puppy toys and chew toys in the form of pillows, furniture, knitting, fiber, shoes, laundry, catsâ€¦.you get the picture. Great fun for a puppy, let me tell you.
And fun he had. The downstairs escaped relatively unscathed (except for every one of my plastic knitting needlesâ€”you know, the expensive size 14 DPNs, the plastic cord on all the circular needles, the plastic Chibi caseâ€¦
The upstairs, on the other hand, looked almost exactly like those photographs of post-tornadic activity in the Midwest. Figures that the dog is from Kentucky, right? So I did what any normal, red-blooded American woman would do in that situationâ€”I sat right down on the floor and cried. And then I called my husband and made him take me out to dinner.
Fortunately, even though he had Great Fun all day in the house, he didnâ€™t really destroy anything valuableâ€”the only casualties were my knitting needles and the back of one leather shoe. It was a huge, honkinâ€™ mess, but all he really did was spread it around and toss it in the air. In fact, I found one shoe on top of the six-foot tall armoire in the bedroom. The other good thing was that the kidsâ€™ bedroom doors were closed, so their rooms survived intact.
So to punish the dog, Iâ€™m making each cat a Kitty Pi, and Iâ€™ll make a Chihuahua Pi as well. And Iâ€™ve given DH an ultimatumâ€”either he constructs suitable shelter for the puppy outside where there is no chance that he can break in to the house or Iâ€™m going to move the puppy into the garage and see what toys he can find in there. Actually, I think we can even construct an air-conditioned shelter for him outsideâ€”there is an extra vent in the garage that we should be able to duct out through the wall and directly into an insulated dog house. Heâ€™ll still be allowed in the house mornings and evenings when weâ€™re all home (heâ€™s such a lovable, good-natured dogâ€”itâ€™s a joy to have him nearby), but bedtimes and daytimes heâ€™ll be outside in the backyard with his comfy, cozy, cool doghouse.
In the meantime, don’t pay any attention to my yawning today. DH and I woke up at 3:00 this morning for some reason, and since neither one of us was asleep, we both got up and started drinking coffee. I’m sure we’ll both be a ton of laughs by the time the day is over.
Oh yeah–we saw snow today. In Las Vegas. Go figure!