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Oh great One had this to say:
Funny story! Exactly the reason I can't talk myself into getting the family a dog. I love them to death but so much extra work!
Good luck!
By the way...How can I type the verification code if there is none! AAAAARRRGGG!!!- 1:58 PM
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Evil Genius had this to say:
That was hysterical! Maybe you need to pretend monsterdog is your seeing-eye dog and start taking her to work with you. Then you'd only have the monster kitties to clean up after.
The bathtub? Eew! Luckily little kitties have little poops.- 4:23 PM
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Sheets had this to say:
Yeah, bring that pup to work........and your camera... ;-)
- 5:58 PM
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Mr. Fabulous had this to say:
ROFLMAO! That was awesome!
Still...I could have thought of a different post for that title...
:)- 7:00 PM
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T. had this to say:
Got some rowdy animals there, huh?
BTW, I'm finally getting around to my blogroll. Love the new site.- 5:29 AM
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Cindy-Lou had this to say:
Uh, no thanks. I'm just waiting for my cat to die.
- 3:24 PM
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KaraMia had this to say:
ha, best blog tittle EVER..lol.
I've had days like this...bud likes to escape quarterly now..- 12:17 PM
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Webmiztris had this to say:
thank you for reminding me why I should NOT get a dog. lol cats are soooo much easier! hope you day got better and that houdinidog hasn't chew a hole through his cage. :D
- 11:41 AM
I love my animals. Two cats, a kitten and a big scaredydog. However, these days most of my evening is spent trying to make the dog lay down, stop pacing, quit whining and stop shoving the bed in the guest room around to have better access at what I'm sure she imagines is her own 'indoor' squirrel. If I'm looking for the dog you can bet I will find her, ass-end stuck waaaay up in the air, in an effort to squish her front-end under the bed. She's hot on the trail of the new kitten.
Right after getting home last night the phone rings. It's the neighbor informing me that their 4year-old spotted my dog running loose while I was at work and they finally succeeded in chasing her inside their fenced in yard; where they mistakenly assumed she would stay. Later, when they went out to take their garbage to the curb the dog was missing, but they did have a gaping, new hole in the fence. The monsterdog actually busted right through the stockade fence! Upon further investigation they found her back inside her kennel. The very kennel she escaped.
After being notified that Houdinidog had gone A.W.O.L. during the day, I went to inspect the gate. Finding no obvious defect, my assumption was that she simply flipped the latch with her smartnose. I decided that I would security-tie the fence shut, in addition to latching it, and the problem would be solved. Dusting of the hands. Story over.
Time to relax? Not so much. I chased the impish kitten from my Tina Turner plant about 4,236 times. Until JJ got smart and sprinkled the entire area with cayenne pepper. Very smart, because I really like that plant. That kept her out, but it didn't keep her from choking herself in the pulls for the blinds, followed up with a little nap in the litter box and a shit in the bathtub. *sigh*
This morning, I take the rowdydogbeast out to the kennel, I put her inside and as I'm putting the security-tie on the gate I happen to glance at her. She's soooo cuuuute! Awww. Her little head is sticking right out of the fence and she's trying to lick me. Awwww. WTF?! Sticking. Outside. Fence. Oh yes, she ripped a hole at the very top of the kennel door, large enough to pull herself through. Sooo, right back in the house we go, lock dog in bathroom, jump in the car, race down the block, gonna be late for work! Damn. Now she's blockaded inside with her nemesis the kitten running free, and the adult kitties who instigate. And yes, she's in my bathroom where vinyl flooring, cabinet doors, toilets, sinks, bathtub and oh so much more can be easily destroyed by Conanthebarbariandog. Turn car around, barrel down the street, screech to a stop in the drive, go out in the rain to retrieve the large animal hutch, hunt for door, install hutch door properly, shove in garage, run into house, grab collar, drag to kennel, shove stubbornassdog into hutch, shut hutch door, slam garage door, sprint to car and race back down the street.
I was only 10 minutes late for work.
