OK so up bright and early, NATO breakfast, (coffee and a fag) and ready to face the wonderful world of looking after this demented clan.
Prepped breakfast for the girls, filled water bowl cos all need a drink on return from walk. Trying to avoid unnecessary noise from Sox and to accommodate the needs of the newbie females, took Sox, Suzy, Mum and Sophie as first batch for walkies, leaving Fred, Leo and Izzy upstairs and Spike and Scruffy in their crate.
Walk went as well as any when Sophie is a part of the package, Sox for once cooperative, complete waste of time so far as Mum was concerned, no pee, no poo, nada, zilch. Suzy however as good as gold.
Got back, opened door to be met by a very wet Fred, Izzy and Leo and paw marks throughout, stairs barricade down, waterbowl inverted, and water all over over the bottom of stairs, the kitchen and living room. Sense of humour failure no.1...
Got everyone inside much to Fred's disgust who immediately staged a ruck with Sox. Newbie girls run for cover behind the chair, pande-bloody-monium as led by Sophie, all are barking and generally trying to outdo each other. Sort out the newbies and Sophie, bundle them into the bathroom, close door, light a fag,
Chase Seniors back upstairs and set about mopping up... except mop is in the bathroom... cant get to it because bathroom occupied by newbie females so, one complete roll of kitchen paper and 20 minutes later have things reasonably dried out. By this time of course, Seniors need out desperately. Go upstairs... piddle puddle... clean that up, get seniors downstairs and leads on, take them out cursing all things canine (the Dog Whisperer I am not).,. Come back from productive walk, send seniors back upstairs, then let Spike and Scruff out of their crate... instant puddle...clean that up with yet more kitchen roll.
Walk with the delinquents, again with Sox along for the ride since it stops her leading the pack in their not-so-Dawn Chorus howling match. Get back from that and put the kettle on...
Open bathroom door fully expecting to find Mum has performed that which she should do outside...but instead I find this...
...Shades of the Andrex Puppies only moreso!
That's it... sense of humour failure no.2 ensues...for a couple of moments I am speechless... then Mum comes up and licks my leg...and gives me a look that says,
"Look I know its a mess and I'm sorry, I had to piddle but I did what you do and tried to clean it up... but the toilet roll just kept unravelling..."
She had a look of total innocence on her face that is oh-so-appealing so instead of yelling at her I gave her a hug instead, then of course Suzy want the same treatment. Spike and Scruffy in the meantime have found the tissue in the bathroom and are carefully carrying it off to their crate.
Decided to take a couple of pics of the bog-roll carnage in the bathroom then go back to retrieve that which Spike and Scruffy had stolen. It's then I find that the blankets in their crate are wet... for the first time in a couple of weeks. This used to be a regular occurrence but lately they have been dry overnight, if I can get them out for a walk early in the day. Today, despite getting up at 8am it was nearly 1030 before I could take them out... just a bit too late it seems. So blankets into the washing machine... and then spend an hour de-hairing the machine afterwards. Then finally and at long last, sweep, dust and mop right through. Dogs sorted out there respective chilling out places and crashed out just after 1pm. Siesta Time...
I really don't know where the rest of the morning went: it has been one of those all hell and no notion days so far. Having finally got my second coffee of the day at 12 oclock, plans for a shopping trip to Carrefour have gone out of the window, that will have to wait until manana... and tomorrow as they say, is another day.