At the end of my....leash!

You've heard me rave about these "gremlins," adore my "babies," and talk about "cuddling" them SO tight I barely want to let them go. And in retrospect...this is all probably why I'm at the end of my leash..THE leash..whatever! I think they've gotten a big head! Let me explain:

For starters, before Bill left - I could count on ONE hand how many times I'd stepped in poop. We've had these guys 8 months and I could count on ONE hand. From the day he left for training (December 5), no kidding - someone's poop (Kenda and/or Maxxis) has ended up on the bottom of my shoe almost EVERY SINGLE DAY! And yesterday, it was someone ELSE's dog's poop. SERIOUSLY?! If I were a high strung person, this would likely undo me, but after it happened consecutively 2 or 3 times...I just laugh and know it's a conspiracy! :)

Next, we have the bathroom trash. Again, since we've had them....we've ALWAYS kept the cans on the ground with no trouble. But NOOOO....Dad's out of town and we're snoopin! Every time I turned the corner Maxxis had chewed tissue (luckily, just tissue). I reprimand him (i.e. hurt his feelings and he goes off to sulk) and I'm on my way....until it happened again and again and FINALLY I put the trash cans up higher. Sheew...rocket science, I tell ya!

So after the trash, comes the bedroom slippers and high heeled shoes. I've ALWAYS heard puppies had an affection for these things - no surprise. But again, in the 8 months we've had them - they've never touched the shoes we've ALWAYS had lying around. I thought - WOW - we have superior pups! That is, until daddy left. So first it was Maxxis infatuated with dad's slippers...then mine...and then the high heeled shoe. I about had a FIT! And the problem is that they're so dang fast and furious...I can't whop them with the shoe before their out of sight! (But I'm still trying honey...I know you say "beat 'em with it" :))

Oh yeah, and I almost forgot about what Monday held (perhaps because I'm eating dinner and hoping you're not when reading this next part). Long story short...the house reeks when I walk in of #2...I think - great! Sure enough...Maxxis had had an accident in the crate and apparently tried to 'cover his tracks' - if you know what I mean. I got them out, fed them dinner, and went outside to clean the tray in his crate. I come in...only to smell the EXACT same thing...and almost step in it. Oh yeah, he'd thrown up all of his dinner (and I swear,Kenda's too). UUGHH....all this as I'm trying to race out the door for a business dinner.

So all this brings me to the "end of my leash." I'm on the phone with our landlord tonight...in a conversation I couldn't seem to cut short...and I had leashed both Kenda and Maxxis up thinking they had to go out. Kenda was slightly biting on her leash, but I didn't think any more than normal. I pulled it out of her mouth and continued my conversation. When I set down the phone and went to pull both of their leashes up in my hand....Kenda had nothing to pull and only an innocent look on her face as TWO INCHES of her leash hung from her collar. I WANTED to choke her.

So needless to say...as I drove the Pet Supermarket (that is luckily open until 9pm) I listened to the song "Breathe"...and did just that - in my nose, out of my mouth. And truly, if it's the last thing I do - these "precious pie, puppito, cuddly gremlins" are NOT going to get the best of me :) This is MY show!