I have wanted for a long time to name puppies after newspapers — and this was the litter. But the theme should have been Apocalypse Now. This evening, Cheryl K called me as I was driving home. I sat in the driveway and talked with her for about twenty minutes – apparently a very bad idea! You’ll never believe what was going on in the house. Three of the puppies staged a jail break. They pulled down the floor lamp on which the puppy cam was mounted and disconnected the puppy cam (so we couldn’t watch?). They pooped and peed on the indoor outdoor rug that is under and surrounding the pen. They ran in and out of their little crates, turned them on their sides, took the towels out of them, ate the little rubber cushions off the door openers. They chewed on the edge of the carpet and on the edge of the tarp that is under it. BEASTIES!!!
I rounded them up, put them back in the pen, scooped up the poop, righted the little crates, threatened the little demons with a sudden death, then went into the kitchen to fix their dinner. I listened to the grumbling that followed me. I took them their dinner, put them in their little crates, let them eat, took them back out and — voila! — I have nice little puppies again. Apparently I won’t like them when they’re hungry.