bad dogs

I am now pretty confident I will never be able to have children. I won't be able to handle it.

I am dog sitting for Anne this week and it's only been two nights and I am already going insane. Bella and Grizzlee get along well, but they are like siblings who just get on each others nerves.

They play, then fight, then battle for my attention.

It's exhausting.

The first night I didn't sleep because of all the chaos they were causing. Last night I actually was able to sleep and woke up to find the contents of my purse strung about Anne's condo. I lost two pairs of sunglasses, some medicine--which was luckily on the floor and not in their stomachs, a lot of papers, and who knows what else. Thank goodness they left my pedometer, camera and wallet on the floor, untouched. I don't know who the culprit was of this disaster, but I have to guess it was my mutt. She was most likely annoyed with Griz all up in her business, so she pulled this stunt to get my attention. Little did she know I'd just wake up mad and mumble/yell nonsense while I swept up the mess. Whoever said two dogs are easier than one, was on crack.