I've had the song "The Merry Old Land of Oz" running through my head recently. Do you remember when Dorothy and the gang finally get to the Emerald City and they are treated to some serious makeovers and a carriage ride drawn by the horse who keeps changing colors? And the song goes something like this: "Ho, ho, ho, hee, hee, hee, ha,ha,ha,ha,ha - that's how we laugh the day away in the merry old land of Oz."
Well, here in Kansas, here in the little animal house on the prairie, the song goes something like this: "Poop, poop, poop, pee, pee, pee, barfing everywhere - that's how we clean the day away in the merry old Land of Paws!" Okay, so it doesn't rhyme, but I don't have the time to make it rhyme. Because now that there is the pitter-patter of 28 little feet filling our home, it seems we are either cleaning up after the eating/pooping machines (AKA "the puppies"), or cleaning up the wet spots left by puppies who escaped their confines and by a certain naughty beagle who is acting out in response to the intruders, or cleaning up hairballs from the feline sector. (Chloe, as always, is a Very Good Dog who is trying hard not to cause extra work for mom and dad. She gets extra treats for her efforts.) I am personally responsible for driving up the profits of the Windex Wipes and Lysol corporations for the past 2 weeks. But look at these little faces. All together now, "Awwwwwww". So worth it!
Well, here in Kansas, here in the little animal house on the prairie, the song goes something like this: "Poop, poop, poop, pee, pee, pee, barfing everywhere - that's how we clean the day away in the merry old Land of Paws!" Okay, so it doesn't rhyme, but I don't have the time to make it rhyme. Because now that there is the pitter-patter of 28 little feet filling our home, it seems we are either cleaning up after the eating/pooping machines (AKA "the puppies"), or cleaning up the wet spots left by puppies who escaped their confines and by a certain naughty beagle who is acting out in response to the intruders, or cleaning up hairballs from the feline sector. (Chloe, as always, is a Very Good Dog who is trying hard not to cause extra work for mom and dad. She gets extra treats for her efforts.) I am personally responsible for driving up the profits of the Windex Wipes and Lysol corporations for the past 2 weeks. But look at these little faces. All together now, "Awwwwwww". So worth it!
Cody (AKA "Grunt") and Oreo (AKA "Squeek")
Marley, the newest member of the puppy posse
Despite my whining and complaining, I'm not sorry we're doing this. They are so sweet-natured and love people. And I was so proud today when Oreo and Cody both went right over to poop on the piece of newspaper I had put down in the play area. Only 6 weeks old and starting to potty train! Puppy Einsteins, that's what they are. Unfortunately, they haven't yet learned the concept of not stepping in their own mess and tracking it around all over, which starts another round of cleaning the day away in the merry old Land of Paws!
The members of the Permanent Pet Posse plan their revenge
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