Minions

Holy chit people…I am away from my blog for 2 weeks (longer, maybe?) and I am regretting not installing that spam filter/killer and now I have way, way, way too many comments to sift through. I deleted them all. My apologies if you did comment on a post. I need to fix that.

The new puppies have arrived a few weeks ago.

They are now about 8 weeks old. Their play time is getting longer and they are sleeping through the night.

 

Out of all the toys I have purchased for them – balls, stuffed animals, chewy rings – one prefers a fresh roll of toilet paper. Within seconds that roll is shredded all over the house.  The other is content with a small rawhide or a rope. Unless they see that they want what the other one has and a fight to the death ensues.

The Toddler’s Creed comes to mind when observing these two:

If I want it, it’s mine.If I gave it to you and I change my mind later, it’s mine.If I can take it away from you, it’s mine.If I had it a little while ago, it’s mine.If it’s mine, it will never belong to anyone else, no matter what.If we are building something together, all the pieces are mine.If it looks like mine, it’s mine.Brother and sister, they are trying to find their place in this household. They have learned “sit” and now do so on command without treats. OH THE POWAH. I have found my minions.