I Know I Have Harold Ramis to Thank For This ~ Since Ebola’s Puppies Made Their Appearence
….EVERY day has been like Ground Hog Day.
We start off with Beau growling, snarling and lunging at their crate, as if their presence was THE single greatest surprise ever.
By the end of EVERY day, we’ve made ~ oh, shoot ~ sometimes LEAPS and BOUNDS of puppy peace progress. For instance: by the end of last evening, with only Beau on the barest minimum dosage of amitriptyline (cheap Prozac), I had NO muzzles on anyone. Dead dogs laying everywhere. Exiting politely through the patio door to go outside. A tiny flicker of hope in my bosom renewing yet again.
Everyone to OUR bedroom (Yes. FIVE dogs.) for seepy-time. Newbies together in the crate, ours OWNING the field…the floor…and our bed as usual. Snores ensue almost immediately.
This morning? Ozzie does his gentle morning shake, by tradition being the first to rise. Beau slides off the living room couch, where he wandered to sometime in the wee hours of the night. Cassie and ‘Chilles stir in the crate as Beau rounds the bedroom door…and we have an INSTANT case of:
“WHO the HELL are YOU??!!!“
Snarl. Snarl. Chomp. Chomp.
Grab him by the collar. Explain to his knucklehead they’ve been there for GOING ON TWO WEEKS NOW.
Park his ruffled ass on his palatial dog bed to get them safely out of the room.
**sighdeeply**
Start the day.
Again.
ths update: So much for progress. It’s been a many stitches = many dollars day.
Well, shit.
Fun, Life, Planet Ebola | tree hugging sister | 
February 25, 2014 9:16 am
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I am convinced there is a reset button somewhere in the dog’s brain, and when it sleeps for more than, oh, an hour or so (which is 7 hours in dog-time), something trips the reset button and… well, each day is a new day when you’re a dog.
Is “I Got You, Babe” playing in the background?
Wash, Rinse, Repeat.
Life is boring without challenges, Sis. You know that!