What have I done?
Life was quiet, peaceful and simple. Why did I have to upset it? It was grand so why on earth did I have to go and mess things up?
Things are quiet and peaceful now, like the good old days, but unlike the good old days this moment of peace is probably temporary. Callie is asleep in Penny’s bed [which she now claims as her territory – maybe I should rename her Putin?] and Penny is dozing on the couch. Me? I am fucked!
It started at around six this morning. Penny wanted to go out which is a rarity in fairness, but I had to let her out the front door and then leave everything wide open for to get back in. I’m not worried about burglars as we have little worth robbing.
Not long after, there was a mighty crash from the kitchen. All chances of a lie-in faded away on the breeze so I got up again.
The kitchen was a disaster area. There were pots and pans, baking trays and tins on the floor. Penny’s dish was upside down in the middle of the kitchen table. The tub of marge was at the far end of the room and almost empty [it had been half full last night]. There were papers and wrappers all over the place, and in the middle of it all – Callie having the grace to look a bit shame-faced.
So that was the start of my day – cleaning up the mess and putting everything away. At least I don’t have to wash last night’s dinner plates as they had been licked clean on the draining board. How she got up there is a mystery just as I don’t know how she got onto the kitchen table. Having done all that I started on my next chore – doling out medication to two of my females, making tea and toast for one of my females and doing out food dishes for the two dogs.
Feeding is a problem. Both dogs seem to be grazers. I know Penny was as she would eat half her meal and then leave the dish half full for casual snacks during the day. When I first fed Callie, she seemed to have the same philosophy. But now things are different. I feed Callie and that’s fine. I then give Penny her dish and have to forcefully restrain Callie from robbing it. Once Penny has had her fill I have to remove the dish altogether or blood would flow.
Getting them into the garden is simple enough. Penny goes out without a murmur. Callie categorically refuses to go out the door. I put Callie’s harness on and she’s out the door like a rocket. This seems to be one of her little quirks but I can live with that. She does a couple of pees and a huge dump and it’s straight back in. Callie sees the Great Outdoors as a toilet and nothing else, and she obviously doesn’t want to hang around in a toilet if there is a warm room available elsewhere. And she’s damned if she’ll go out without her harness on.
Finally I made myself a pint of coffee and, as I say, all is quiet.
For the moment.