Yesterday, Molly the dog came to visit. Katie occasionally gets a dog sitting job for a young (6 month) old golden retriever. Big, beautiful, clumsy, and highly active puppy who loves to play. Elly is not impressed, two puppies is too much for her. They tumble and wrestle through the kitchen, the living room, and and any other space possible. The noises from their roughhousing are truly frightening. GRRRRRR. YIP. SQUEAK. GRRRRRRR. Lots of teeth showing.
The cats were not too happy. We did the nightly cat treat ritual; Sally refused to come into the kitchen. So. I let her eat in the bathroom. Wise decision becaus the dogs managed to bust open the kitchen screen door and chase off the cats. Out went the dogs and the cats emergency rations — cut up pieces of ham.
Order between the dogs is restored when one dog sits on another. It’s impossible to get a picture of Bridget on top, she moves so much. But Bob did get great one where Molly is siting on Bridget. And occasionally we try to tone down the noise by doing sit / stay lessons. By the end of the evening, The number of periodic time outs (separation of dogs into different spaces) increased as the day went on. Those three dogs got into that state of frenetic exhaustion. We’ve all seen it with kids-frantic, loud, raucous behavior in a mad attempt to stave off sleep. Beyond reason, they truly are mad animals at that point.
At that point, Katie took Molly home. Evidently once she got in the car, the dog fell instantly asleep. Bridget did the same on the kitchen floor. And Elly just disappeared, I’m assuming to sleep. Bob and I were noticing there seems to be a correlation between rainy days and Kate’s dog sitting jobs. I wonder why?