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4 August 2004
Oh my gosh, I love my dogs...especially when they resist the temptation to lay waste to my house.
I came home from work today to find that when Scott left for work, he forgot to put the babygate up in the bedroom door. Liz was safely downstairs, but Hunk, Jeany, and Profile were upstairs and had the run of the place...though I don't think they knew that. In fact, I'm not even sure that they knew Daddy was gone...Einstein Triplets they are not.
I opened the door at the top of the stairs to hear the whines and woos that I always hear when I return home, but those familiar noises were accompanied soon by dog toenails on the kitchen floor. Hmmm. Had my glorious hounds finally figured out that they are indeed tall enough to leap locked babygates in a single bound?
Nope.
I checked everything that could have looked like a toy...the TV remote was thankfully intact, all of my shoes were in one piece each...nothing was touched. Apparently the three musketeers had fallen asleep in the bedroom and Scott had just left for work. I'd be willing to bet that they didn't even wake up when he drove away.
Insert Big Sigh of Relief
I love my dogs...and I love them even more when they behave...because when they don't behave, check out the next post to see what happens...
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