Oh yes, I do love dogs! I must keep telling myself that. Well, I really don't have a problem loving my pretty girl(she is the one with the black face). It is my sons dogs I'm having difficulty with. He has once again move back home, temporarily, and with him comes 2, yes 2, big mixed breed dogs. While he was living away they developed some very bad habits.
If I wish to go to the store I must remember to put the butter up, put any breads in the bread box, put the trash behind a closed door, and make sure all dirty dishes are in the sink if not washed.
I went to breakfast with a friend this morning and performed all the necessary steps to insure my house would be in the same shape as when I left it. Knowing that his male dog is able, and quit willing, to open refrigerators, I should have know that the sink really isn't the safe haven it appears to be. Cereal dishes scattered on the floor, storage container shredded, glass casserole dish shattered. The glass dish was full of soaking water which was now puddled on the floor.
It is my own fault for several reasons:
#1 I should have learned by now to say "NO, find someone else to stay with", although thinking back I did say that...what happened?
#2 Should have stuck to my guns when I said he could come back but not the dogs. Again...what happened?
#3 I should have done the dishes as soon as they were emptied. Yeah right!
We are supposed to love our children unconditionally, well it's wearing thin. All of you who think you're going to miss your kids when they go, you will grow to love the peace and quiet...wish I could!
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