Weekend from...

HELL?? Well mostly not, unless you count the dogs that got confused. Thinking that INSIDE was OUTSIDE, and now I have to mop my floors yet again today! *sigh*

My mother was 5 minutes out the door before ONE of her damned dogs decided that “Oh, this big rug that Ms. P doesn’t mind dragging outside onto the deck and hosing off and scrubbing with a scrub brush, think I’ll take a nice big poo here! Oh, and throw in a piss just for her mopping under the rug, pleasure!”

GREAT!

So that’s all fine and well… we’ll just take the baby outside or keep her off the carpet until I can move everything and get the rug outside AGAIN!

That ONE dog kept growling and snapping at the baby, crabby assed thing. I thought it was funny when The Punk kept saying she better NOT bite the baby, while giving the dog the "fist" sign. The Man said if she did, then my mother could come visit her in the backyard ANY time! Wow, some violence at my house already and the weekend only just started!

So the dogs fought and barked and carried on until we got the pecking order down. As long as MY damned dog leaves everyone alone, they will get on just fine. But no, my damned dog is like the youngest brother in the family, gotta pick, and poke, and sniff until everyone is good and crabby and snappy… then he runs like the devil is on his tail! Well…. Close!

Let’s not talk about the fiasco that ensues when it’s time to go outside. It takes two of us to rustle up the pack. One of us has to open the baby gates and yell, and pat their leg, “Come on, that’s it, over here, come on, let’s go OUTSIDE”, while the other one walks behind with a portable baby gate, herding them in the correct direction. The damned cat gets out before the dogs get near the door. *sigh*

So 5 seconds after they are let out, one of them stands at the door and barks. And barks, barks, barks, and then the other joins in, and bark, bark, bark. My dog is in the back part of the yard looking at them knowing how long he’s going to be out at any given time. I have to hurry to let them in so my crabby NEIGHBORS don’t complain about the barking again. Good grief.

They are herded back into the house, MY damned dog jumping over the one that bites and she snaps at him and once again they are snapping, growling, and barking at one another while the other dog is trying to climb up my pant leg.

Someone just shoot me and get it over.

The water dish has been knocked over, twice
The cat is lying in the doggie bed and it just happens to be the snippy ones’
The old cat is hiding out on the back of the couch where she’s barked at
One starts to bark, all three bark
More yelling on my part
More herding
More paper towels to sop up the piss in the hallway that either was done before or after the last outing.

It’s only 9pm. I’m already crabby.