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October 19, 2004

Being awakened by a squeaky toy

is not normal in our house. So, at 5:30 this morning, when Houdini started playing with his squeaky toy, I knew something was up.

Actually something was open - the kitchen door - and the three dogs managed to dump the trashcan and eat everything even partially edible that was in it.
Then they spread selected trash items all over the kitchen floor, which is unfortunately carpeted (our next big project is to replace the flooring).

Then they went down to the basement and pottied on the floor.

I think at least two of the cats tried to warn me during the night that the dogs were up to no good, but I was trying to sleep, and ignored them.

So if your dog ever wakes you up with a happy squeaky toy sound instead of whining, be afraid.

Many thanks to John for cleaning up after the mutts.

Posted by Beth at October 19, 2004 06:42 AM