Welcome Spring! My two favorite dogs and I have spent the entire morning outside. They hid while I tried to seek them. What really happened was this, we live in an apartment and we have an area behind the complex (there are only 8 apartments) that has a 6 foot privacy fence. Well, Maggie and Sassy were having a grand old time running amuck while I played with my cell phone. You know downloading ringtones and such. Anyway, the last thing I saw was Maggie crawing under the fence in a place where the fence didn't quite meet the ground. Did I mention that my dogs are doxie mixes? That being said, they are low riders so crawling under things isn't a problem. But I digress. I let them play in the neighbors yard for a few minutes because I could see them running back and forth and I really didn't think it a problem. After a bit I noticed they had become interested in something so, like a good mother I walked over to investigate the situtation. Let me just say that I was not completely aware that my neighbor had a garden and that my dogs would actually try to dig vegetables out of the ground. So I called my dogs, so much for obediance training. They both looked at me with dirt on their noses and went back to digging. I called them a bit more forcefully and they ignored me. My problem at this point is how am I going to get into my neighbors back yard? I run up to my apartment, thank God I live on the second floor so I can get an arial view of the situation. By the time I reach my apartment they have moved on to the next house for more destruction. From half a block away I can see my two little
angels demon dogs rolling around in a pile...is that sand? manure? top soil? I have no idea but they are rolling in it with gusto. I yell at my dogs as quietly as possible, did I mention it is 7:30 on a Saturday morning? Luckily one of them comes to her senses and speeds my way. Unfortunately by the time I arrive downstairs on the scene she has already left. I realize I must take drastic action, I'm going to have to drive the car around the block to gather my wayward children. While I trot downstairs, wait a minute I'm 200 plus pounds I ain't trotting anywhere. While I head downstairs to get the vehicle ready for wet muddy dogs who should appear in the parking lot? Missing in action dog #2, she's the ringleader I suspect. How in the heck did she get here and where is the other one? I run to the end of the parking lot and find dog #1 munching away on only God knows what and a wrapper. Luckily I had enough forethought to bring some treats with me. They fall for it. So, back upstairs we go. I have renamed my little girls from Maggie and Sassy to Thelma and Louise. I think it fits, they have murdered my socks, undies, blankets, their beds, stuffed toys, and various other items. They have been on the run and avoided capture. They just have a happier ending. So we end our memorable morning sitting out on the deck, soaking up the sun, on the second floor...with the door closed of course.
