Our return to the desert was fairly low-stress and uneventful. The weather co-operated and was unseasonably cool, providing a smoother transition. The cats remembered the dogs, and I really believe are happy to have them back. Maybe it signals normality to the cats. Heaven knows it isn't the affection from the dogs since Erin studiously ingors them and the poodles love to pounces and watch them scamper.
About the third day after our return, the antics started. While most of the blame can be placed on C the younger, they have all had a share in the fun! The olympic events have included: eating batteries (there have so far been two legs to this event), knocking over the potted plant and digging it out, eating the 4 day old area rug, raiding the bathroom trash, licking the paint off the walls and ripping the phone jack out of the wall. The daytime jovality is followed by midnight urping.
I've been brainstorming for solutions and have settled on the idea of one, or more if necessary, open-grilled crates for containing the marathon party pups.
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