Saturday, February 23, 2013

One chapbook, Toilet paper roll holder destroyed; Was a decent day



I'm so exhausted, I don't even know why I'm blogging.

I think there's something meaningful in having a chapbook destroyed today--and how the hell did they [I'm looking forward to next week when I can just blame Yogi...haha...until then they're both guilty] get the toilet paper roll holder off? And WHY?!

I think it was payback for me figuring out how to confine them (Assata) to the bathroom. (Details on this later.) Oh well, no more climbing out and having free will when I'm gone. But I do need to protect my collection of bathroom literature of poetry books.

I thought that today's action-packed series of events would mellow them out for the time I had to leave. We soaked up the morning sun, chatted with Alberto y Humberto, met Chloe and her mommies, went on a 30 minute meditation walk at the field, said hi to Benito...Nope, I was wrong.


At least after coming home from the meditation walk they we're knocked out cold for a few hours. Gave me some time to...I don't even know... doesn't seem like I got anything done today.

Upon waking up from their nap, it was time for the afternoon meal, and the "go potty, go boo-boo, go play" cycle started over again. 


By the time that was over, I had to get going and pray that they don't learn how to eat through walls.

And they didn't. But they did eat some poetry.

And I'm kind of ok with that. (As long as it doesn't happen again.)

We ended the day with a long walk around the complex because I was getting annoyed with them running around the house and doing really weird stuff to each other (don't ask). I'm working on getting Yogi to stop pulling on the leash like he's walking me--No, homie...you're following me; not the other way around. We had to "Stop, sit, and stay" just about every 10 steps, oftentimes even just one step. I was tired, it was cold, and they knew it. They were probably thinking, "Dude! Why are you putting us all through this?! Let's get inside already! It's cold!"

Eh. At least they went straight to the kennel when we got back. (No more running around the house, doing weird stuff to each other.)

"Go nite nite."

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Kennel Break: Doggie Bag


So I get home from a meeting, just after 9pm tonight (gone for about 3.5 hours), open the door, and see something like this:

"Oh, good," I'm thinking. "She didn't climb out this time."

As I open the kennel door to let them out to go potty, Assata stays in the kennel.

"Oh, no!" I thought. I'm hoping she's not sick like Yogi was last week. It's way past dinner time for them and she should be rushing towards the food like Yogi is.

So I get back to the task at hand and proceed to prepare their bowls. As I look over towards their food, this is what I see:
The bag of food open, and laying on the side. (Also notice the ONE kibble on the rug.)

I look over to the other side of the room, towards the kennel, and see this:
Confused, I look around and see a couch pillow on the floor, and then...not one, not two, but THREE piles of what I smelt coming in the door. I totally thought the smell was from the two piles already in the bathroom! (Yes, that's 5 piles waiting for me...you're welcome for sparing you of the pictures.)

So I look over at Assata, now out of the Kennel, and...HOLY CRAP! [pun intended]

Not only did she climb out, play with my slipper, knock down the food bag, OPEN IT, and stuffed her face buffet-style; but she took 3 dumps on the carpet!

AND...she actually climbed back up on top of the kennel, jumped back down into the bathroom and back into the kennel to be with her brother.

Oh wait! There's more!!!!

So after feeding Yogi and taking them both out to 'go potty' (more so for Yogi since Assata had already went 3-5 times!), I'm crackin' up at the situation and getting mentally prepared for doo-doo-duty.

I needed more paper towels, so moved their kennel to get to the closet, and then I see this:
(Relax, that is dog food.) 

Assata Schofield, the Kennel Break genius, not only indulged herself to a plump belly, but she was smuggling food back to the kennel for her brother!!! She must have regurgitated it into the corner and this is what fell through.

Anyhow, how can I be mad at all this? I can't!

I never thought I'd still be in love after dealing with a whole lotta shit.

Look at that GUT!