Yesterday I started out the day by dropping my thyroid medication on the floor. Paulo promptly ate it. I had to call the vet, who laughed at me and said he might get a bit excitable but that he'd be fine.
Then the dogs knocked me onto the ground and into a pile of poop. I was scooping and they were playing. They offered to lick it off, but I declined.
When I got home from work, I found that Paulo (who else) had taken all of the flour cannisters off of the counter, removed the lids and laid them out on the floor of the kitchen in a neat row. He had thoughtfully reduced the flour scoop into a flat piece of toothed plastic.
I fell asleep in front of the tv with a bowl of ice cream in my lap. The dogs gently lifted the bowl off of my lap without waking me. They then (presumably) finished off the ice cream and waited for me to wake up and let them out.
At ten they woke me, I got up from the chair, put my foot in the bowl and ended up on my fundament. The dogs offered to lick my sore butt, but I declined.
While I was going up the stairs to bed, I almost killed myself tripping over a dog toy. On the way to the bathroom, I almost fell down again slipping on water from the upstairs water bowl.
I turned the lights out and got into bed and laid down on a cat. After soothing hurt feelings and shooing the dogs off, I turned the light out and laid down on the bed and dislodged two more cats off my pillows.
After a few hours it started to rain and I went to shut the window. The cat in the window refused to move, so I went to the bathroom to get a towel to put on the floor under the window.
When I tried to get back into bed, there was a poodle and two cats sprawled on the bed and no room for me.
I then informed everyone that if I was not allowed to get some sleep so that I could go to work, that we would shortly all be homeless. That was interesting, but not a compelling reason for them to get out of my bed. So I waved my arms and bellowed.
This achieved peace and quiet until the next day when...
CatDogMom, You gave me a good laugh this morning, and it sounds a lot like my house. I don't have a lot of trouble with animals spilling stuff, my worst problem is that I trip over the dogs, because they have to be right under foot. My cats are mostly quite well behaved, except the youngest, who is still a kitten, and I've threatened (feebly) to wring his neck if he ever climbs my drapes again, but to answer your question, No, you definitely don't have too many pets. I think you could use a couple more.
Sorry Normap, no according to TP I officially don't exist! I am going to re-register with a new e-mail address as soon as I hear from admin that I'm not the troll that I was accused of being. The picture is of one of my favourite boys, and his name is Butch. If you want to you can just post your question on the topic 'Pen'.
No, you do not have too many pets, just mischievious ones. lol. I am also stepping on or over an array of toys, or tripping over the cat, who likes to weave between my feet when i walk. They know which place on the bed is mine, and although they seem to prefer it, they do move over and allow me to have it. You know they love you, just keep the banana peels out of reach...........lol
If you are a dog and your owner suggests that you wear a sweater, suggest that he wear a tail.
i think it's just the day for pets to be mischevious.... mine have already busted out our screen door this morning... i had them in the back yard because i was painting and they made sure that they got in.... luckily they didn't run though the paint pan on their way in...
You cracked me up CDM! Sounds like our house, minus the cats. Since we got our new puppy, I am embarrassed to say the number of dogs we have. I didn't mind telling people we had 3 dogs, but for some reason I think 4 makes me sound neurotic.
yeah... lol... it hasn't ended yet... our akita has recently realized his size... and hasn't stopped getting on things since... i walked into the dining room earlier and startled him while he was on the dining room table so... he fell off... taking the candle sticks with him... he's such a dork :)
"I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts." - John Steinbeck
I know what you mean TerrierTerror, I took my two dogs and my foster dog to the dog park. Everyone was saying things like "How do you manage three dogs." or "Wow, you have your hands full." By which they mean that you must really be an animal nut.
Then I said something to one woman about my cats and she looked at me disbelieving, "You have CATS, too?"
I kept thinking that if the people at the DOG PARK think I have too many pets...
I never intentually wanted any of the dogs and cats I have now - They just adopted me and penitrated my heart so quickly, I couldn't give them up. So now we have given up our lifes of 'normalacy' and its gone to the dogs... 5 of them. I'm still in shock over the last addition.
I buy baby toys and stuffed animals at garage sales for my obsessive chewers. They leave little chunks of plastic allover and not to mention the stuffing from the toys, makes my living room look like it hasn't been vaccuumed in months. Does anyone else have to rake their carpet before vaccuuming it? My grown daughter asks me why do you let them make those messes all the time and I say because it makes them happy. I still kept baking cookies with her when she was little, even though it made a mess.
I say - Who cares what others think - Let go - get wild- get dirty - have fun- play! Don't WORRY! It'll all come out in the wash and if it don't - big whoop.