Where Did I Go Wrong?

My dogs wear diapers.

Yes, you read that correctly. I have diaper-wearing dogs, otherwise known as Skip and Nellie. Only Callie sleeps au-naturel. So I ask you….where did I go wrong

No question I’m an animal lover. In fact, I have a slew of them. But recently I’ve been forced to admit I may not be the greatest guardian. I mean, really. Who else do you know that diapers her dogs before bed? Nobody, right? I knew it. There’s something wrong with me.

All my animals use a dog door to come and go into the backyard. Well, maybe not ALL of them. There’s Skip, my incredibly adorable Corgi mix who sucks on a blanket like a baby with a pacifier. He hit a home run in the too-cute-for-words department but struck out when it came to having smarts. I call him my special child.

Skip and his ever-present blankie Skip and his ever-present blankie

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Animal House: Life with 6 Pets

When one has 6 animals and a steady contingent of foster kittens, ones home tends not to resemble those found in magazines like House Beautiful.House beautifulI never had kids but I would imagine having lots of indoor pets is sort of like having a large, messy family that never grows up and leaves home. In other words,  I don’t plan on ever having a truly clean house. Ever.

My house is seeminyly immaculate only in the hour after I finish my extensive weekly 3-hour cleaning. But from then on out, you’ll discover no discernible evidence I ever attempted to tidy up.

Some discovered the toilet paper

Someone found the toilet paper

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How Grateful Feels

Let me guess what you were doing at 4:27 a.m. Friday morning: Sleeping, correct? That was easy. I, on the other hand, was not. Am I insane? I’ll say no, although some would argue I’m crazy. There’s a difference you know. But at the moment I’m too tired to explain because I was awake at 4:27 a.m. Friday morning.Let me set the stage: Having 5 animals, 3 of which are canines, I don’t relish being a door monitor whenever they need to do their business or chase butterflies in the backyard. No, I prefer the lazy-ass way of letting them out – a dog door; the epitome of convenience. Continue reading