Today I have been peed on not once, not twice, but THREE times. Not exactly the April showers I had in mind. Changing boys' diapers: alway exciting.
Yesterday was an interesting day with the dog. Even though he is half border collie, I don't think the brain portion came from that breed. Keeping in line with the general stupidity of our pets, I'm afraid to say Mo isn't the brightest of all animals. Sweet as can be, but somethin's not clicking up there. Yesterday morning I let him out in the backyard for his usual 30 minute morning bathroom break. I was in the kitchen making breakfast when out of the corner of my eye, I see the dog staring at me. Through the window. He'd climbed up on the patio table. You're probably thinking, Well, that took some smarts, which would be true... if he could have figured out how to get back down. I had to go get him and put him back on the ground. Later he wanted out again. After about 15 minutes, I hear a riiiiip and look out to see the dog eating the screen off the back door. We slide that all the way over when he's out soley to discourage him from pawing at it or chewing on it, but it didn't stop him. It kept getting better after that. He was in the house with me for a few hours during the afternoon while it stormed. When I let him back out, he ran around like a banshee and got soaked. The next time I checked on him he was rolling around in the sandbox chasing his tail. He wouldn't stay out of it after that. How he gets the lid off, I don't know. Perhaps the icing on the cake though was when we left him the backyard to go run a few errands. We were gone about an hour and when we came home, we found that he'd torn the entire back screen door OFF the hinges and was dragging it around the yard.... I'll just let that info digest for a minute. DH has had it. He wants him gone, but that ain't happenin, I've got news for him. If it comes down to him or the dog, well... peace out honey.