That said, my son washes down the pens on the north while I wash the pens on the south and feed the pooches. So...there I am standing at the sink in the kennel house washing puppy bowls. I look out the pretty etched glass window overlooking their large greenhouses I so covet and I see 3...6...9...no MORE dogs all running by OUTSIDE of the kennel. I yelled for Jacob and just I as did he comes screaming out the side door apologizing that he accidentally left the gate unlatched. ARG!!!
So now we are chasing puppy dogs all over the neighborhood, they are thoroughly happy enjoying this blessed escape from the usual. Meanwhile the dogs IN the kennel are cheering them on, the yapping was deafening. PETA members would have died laughing at us. Pack animals they say? Oh no, they must be mistaken. These are not pack animals. It was like a fourth of July firework in the sky...dogs flying everywhere in every direction, all colors, all sorts. I now know what our new neighbors yard looks like down the road, I have ran the outskirts of their property several times.
After much sweet talk(which doesn't work) cornering, pouncing, and even a few tactical military-type ambush moves coordinated by my sons, we successfully rounded up aaaaaaall the dogs and got them back in their pens. I hope my neighbor won't notice smears of mud on a couple or their happy smiling faces. I got my exercise for the week, I'm not smiling. Sssshhhh...please don't tell her and maybe...just maybe....she won't... read... my blog.
What happens when the 14m old sweet little baby turns 15m of naughty little baby overnight. I was making marrionberry jam and she discovered the pot of puree'.*I had no pictures for the day so I ran downstairs and graced you with a snap of our heavily fortified piano chair.
3 comments:
ROTFL! I can just picture it. I know how hard it is to catch just one, when one of the foster dog escapes. When Norby was younger he escaped and Darren chased him through the whole neighborhood. He actually ran INTO someones house and jumped on the couch, then proceeding to fly off the couch, through Darrens legs and then ran home. My poor husband, he was SO mad at Norby. Good thing Norby was cute :)
LOL....sounds like chasing Jaryn down the street.....who needs extra dogs when I got a 2 year old...haha! Jen, I totally admire you...I wanted 5 but God only graced me with 4 and blessed you on your way to #7. But God gave you a wonderful sense of humor to go with it to be able to keep up with it all. He gave me humor too but I think after your day with the dogs I'd be crying...LOL :)
Hi -- I read your blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And laughed myself silly!!!!! I can just picture it too and trust me -- I too, have been there. Sometimes they seem to sneak out even if the gate is closed!!!!! Not sure how they do that either! Well, they had their adventure for the week too! Thanks so much for taking care of them! I appreciate you!!!
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