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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 6:42 AM

Comments

Ack! I cannot even imagine the mess! What a miserable way to wake up!

Posted by: Boudicca at October 19, 2004 8:12 AM

Well, the thanks are undeserved, since I'm the one who failed to secure the kitchen door after I let the beasts in for the night.

Just accepting responsibility, not doing anything noble.

Posted by: John of Argghhh! at October 19, 2004 10:18 AM

i made the mistake of letting my hard headed red dobie in one night, without making sure he was properly "secured" in a dog proof spot. i woke up the next morning to find he had lain next to the heater and literally chewed a hole through the wallboard with his front teeth. guess he was bored, not being able to chase the possums and raccoons around all night. he went back to being an outside dog.

Posted by: bothenook at October 19, 2004 6:35 PM

That comment above, by yer husband, is obviously and transparently an attempt to deflect yer attention from his latest horrendous lunacy by admitting to a lesser crime. A common, obvious, contemptible soldier trick, I would say. This is serious. His lunacy is of such a subtle and twisted kind as to cause him to seem to act rationally, viz. this diversion. Ma'am, I warn and entreat you, call your son back from school now, so that he may cover John with the shotgun while you carefully relieve hubby of the bottle, or syringe, or enthusiastic mental notion, or whatever it is that has him using vulgar language on this here formerly perfectly pure and decent internet!
I beg you, Ma'am! Listen to no insinuating plausible-seeming arguments from him! They were planted in his tiny mind by the makers of that evil Film! Puppet sex! Exploding Actors! and other, even worse abominations may be seen in that false, flickering light-show!

Posted by: Justthisguy at October 20, 2004 1:13 AM

Speaking of backing away from the bottle there, boyo...

Posted by: John of Argghhh! at October 21, 2004 4:36 PM