Yep, those are my puppies. Goblin is the fat little MinPin and Lola is the Chihuahua (not my name of choice). I know you think they’re angels. Obviously they’re just hangin’ out here, right? Innocent until proven guilty? Oh no. When dogs look at you like that, you just know they’re up to no good. I mean, your dogs might be angels, but mine are little demons. The husband and I left for just an hour today. What did we come home to? Certainly not this picture of innocence. Oh, no. We came home to garbage all over the living room floor. They couldn’t leave it in the kitchen? No, no, no. They had to drag it onto the carpet. And probably under the bed. But I have a bum hand. I can’t move that shit to look right now. Which is why our next major purchase is a platform bed. They cannot get under there; I do not have to clean shit out.
I really can’t wait to get that new bed, lol.
Back to my little devils. Those girls (yes, Goblin is a girl) are going to be the death of me. Most especially little Ms. Goblin. She has an iron stomach, but is really testing it. In her short two years, she has eaten half a pound of raisins, razors, chocolate, shoes, cardboard, cooking oil (Canola), Lisinopril (a blood pressure medicine, almost a full month supply), and more…After the raisin thing, I’ve learned not to bother taking her to the emergency vet because I can’t afford to drop $1000 for her to have very few ill effects. Damn her. She’s expensive. Oh well, at least I don’t have to clean dirty nappies or pay for her college in 16 years! Oh wait, now I’m sad. She won’t be here in 16 years. I don’t like that.
I think I’m going to make it to the park tomorrow. Get some pictures. I love nature. Need to get out to my mom’s cabin soon. Can’t wait to get some pictures there!


