My dog Ozzy is trying to sleep after a long and promiscuous Sunday. We returned from church this afternoon to find our house in disaray. While we were out Ozzy's pal Chrissy jumped up on the counter and grabbed a loaf of bread and a bag of roasted peanuts. Needless to say the party started at that point, and probably ended just before we arrived home.
Upon entering the house we discovered pieces of plastic wrapper all over the great room floor. Peanut shells were distributed on every chair and needed to be cleaned up before anyone could take a seat. I am amazed that four small dogs could devour a loaf of whole grain bread (Spazz looks like a tick about to pop). If it wasn't so comical it would be frustrating to deal with. It is particularly humorous that these little ones know they have misbehaved, and try to disappear under tables and chairs, hoping we won't notice the mountain of evidence they leave behind.
It is now early evening and Ozzy is crashed on the couch in a deep sleep. Poor thing looks like a four-legged Sleeping Beauty. The best part will be waking him up and pestering him the rest of the evening. I love listening to him whine and plead with me to leave him alone. Payback...this is gonna be fun.
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