Monday and mayhem always follows a lazy Sunday. I don't know why, but it does. All the procrastination of just one lazy day, rolls into an upheaval of piled up chores, bills to pay, errands to run, and people to see. The coup de grâce, (pardon my French), is always "waking up to Folgers in your cup," and a living room strewn with shredded puppy toys and miles of cotton as far as the eye can see. Yes, we have a puppy. Not your average, cute as a button puppy, but a humongous, big as a pony puppy.
Today was just another waking nightmare, one of many, with no end in sight. Now that the pup is able to stand on his hind legs and leisurely place his front paws on the kitchen counter, island or table, he has decided that it is his God-given duty to grab anything that isn't nailed down, or chew on anything that is. This morning he helped himself to an entire bag of dog treats, a green highlighter pen, a dish cloth and the Wall Street Journal. Not a bad days work...more like thirty seconds! He's "Thunderbolt and lightning. Very, very frightening me! Gallileo, Gallileo." You know the rest, and the song will be in your head for the rest of the day.
My friends and family enjoy the stories, photos and videos. They smile and empathize, but I know in their hearts that they think I'm just plain ol' crazy. Why am I taking pictures and writing about the mayhem? Well, it's the only thing that keeps me hanging on. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and man...I'm getting pretty strong. When I am asked, "So, how long does this terrible stage last?" I reply, "Just two or three years!" The sad part is, that's the truth. Thank goodness for nap time. His, not mine. I don't get a nap.That's the only time I can get any writing done. Oops! Nap time over. Back to very, very frightening me!
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