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."