I woke this morning with 2 dogs laying on me. One on the side of my head, licking me in the mouth, and one across my stomach. Okay, Okay, “I am getting up”, I said. The Maltese is Beauty, she is the new addition to our family, and the mini poodle/schnauzer mix is Molly. She has been around for about 2 years now. They were ready for me to get up and get moving. So reluctantly I did. They didn’t need to go outside, because Jose had already taken them out. What they needed from me was their morning treat, and their food. So after giving them each a treat, I get my coffee, go to the couch and turn on the Today show.
I had been sitting on the couch for all of 10 minutes (eyes still half closed) when I hear, ‘grrrrr eeettthhh rrrrr’! Molly wanted the chew bone that Beauty had. Even though she was holding a brand new chew bone in her mouth. “Oh, my goodness Molly you have a perfectly good bone in your mouth, you don’t need two.” She wasn’t going for it, she wanted both. After a little sweet talk and coaxing, she finally stopped the growling contest and I go back to drinking my coffee.
The next thing I know I have 2 dogs running around in circles. On the couch and around the coffee table, on the couch and around the coffee table. I am not joking. I bet they did that about 20 times. Then Beauty stops and throws up. Oh my goodness, I thought. She had gotten dizzy and then sick. So I clean up the mess and go back to drinking my coffee and watching the Today show. I hear, ‘grrrrr errr eeetthhh grrrr’. “What now?” They are fighting over cat poop! Cat poop, of all things. I stop that little argument and clean up the mess, and go back to couch to try to drink my coffee. By this time it is lukewarm so I pop it in the microwave, and then go sit back down to finish watching the Today show.
Do you know, that as I am looking around the living room, I see dog toys and chew bones everywhere. There on the couch, the floor, in the chair. Can two little dogs really make this big of a mess? It looks like children came in the middle of the night, pulled out all the toys out and didn’t pick up their mess before they left. Guess who gets to pick it up?
I have to say that having two dogs in the house is like having children. You feed them, teach them where to go potty, play with them and give them unconditional love and attention. Last but certainly not least, you break up their arguments and clean up their messes. I don’t mind it at all. Dogs are constant and loyal companions. They love you unconditionally, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.