My Heathens

And so..... most people my age (which is ancient beyond compare) have nice little neat homes that seem to stay that way except for the weekly dusting that one can do with one of those little feather dusters. And then there is mine!!! When you clean mine, even if it is everyday, it has to be spring cleaned! No kidding. I became a mother late in life, you see. My children are two heathen canines. I might mention one is a six month old female schnauzer puppy who thinks she is a mountain lion.

Yesterday I got up early, fed the little monsters, threw them in the car into their doggie car seats and up the road we rolled to Wake Forest "Paws at Play" to their groomer. Just trying to make them look a little civil for Christmas. She did her always nice job of getting the little heathens all cleaned up, smelling good, and looking spiffy with their little Christmas scarves on. I brought them down the highway looking so very cute, gave them a little snack, and they sacked out for the rest of the day. Just beat, those two were.

Well, is today ever a new day, lawsy me!! No one would believe these two ever met a groomer. They have lost their Christmas scarves and romped, played, and chewed on each other all day. Now they smell like doggy spit and who knows what else. They have romped in every room in the house I do believe and they still are not finished. Then they run out in the yard and bark like there is no tomorrow at whatever they perceive needs to be barked at. (Translated that means if you move --- you get barked at.) My house has leaves, doggie chews, toys, something or the other's remains and I am not sure what else all over it. I may need to call the fire department to help me clean it up before I can go out of town to spend Christmas with my family. Gotta go now and make like Molly Maid.