At the one month mark, we’re still on the puppy integration and normalization ramp. We’re seeing successes but still dealing with a drastic change in lifestyle and bad choices every once in a while.
Eddie (above, right) and Patsy (left) provide both a visual and experiential ying-yang component to our lives. Eddie represent the light, white side - providing love, few behavioral issues, and a calm energy. Patsy, however, is the opposite. She has a homing beacon in her head, apparently, that directs her to the most trouble she can get in - every waking hour.
As a result, B now swears that our back yard resembles a prison camp. We’ve had to fence parts of the garden to keep new, sprouting plants from being trampled to death by our ninja-kamikaze death puppies, rolling down the hill with jaws locked around each others throats.
(The green in the background used to be edging around the dahlia garden. Now it's just a tragic plastic mess.)
We’ve also had to fence off the in-ground fountain B is trying to build because bricks keep mysteriously disappearing into the depths (as ninja puppies romp nearby).
Security has become a key concern and our external fencing has been fortified in numerous places. Ninja puppy Patsy is a stealth escape artist who can identify and exploit a gap in or under the fencing and be out happily trotting in the neighbor’s yard across the street before you can say nunchucks.
The cable to our TV in the bedroom has been compromised in numerous spots, bits of the wool rug pad under our living room carpet can now be seen rolling around the house in tumbleweed tufts, and the dining room rug has been perpetually damp for the last three weeks due to constant application of the rug steamer/cleaner.
But other than that, things are grand. It’s hard to be angry when you see scenes like this.
Time to go. It's much too quiet downstairs. That means one of two things: either the ninja pups are passed out from sheer exhaustion or ... god help me...I just don't want to know.
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