Sister Log: Star Date 11.11.2016
7:30 Dog go absolutely berserk. Startled I bellow ‘lie down go night night.” The dogs are instantly quiet. Then I hear the source, “scratch, sniff, whine” at the bedroom door. Still half asleep, I am puzzled for a moment. Then I realize Katie is at the door. Beyond puzzled now, I wonder how did she get out of the xpen?
7:33 I put all the big dogs on a “stay” and release Viva to go outside with her sister.
7:34 I enter the battle zone….err living room. The xpen is toppled, laying flat, water bucket looking lifeless and empty tossed askance in the corner, toys soaked and a dog bed pulled on the couch.
7:35 I begin the clean up, check on the sisters in the yard. They are quite happy to be out playing at this unholy hour.
7:50 Clean up is complete, I bring the sisters back into a now recovered living room, and let the big dogs out.
8:00 What I should of done was cry uncle and made coffee, but what I did was put Katie in a crate, and told everyone else to “lie down, go night, night.”
8:00-8:30 Wash, Rinse, Repeat until I finally bellow, “everyone is going in a crate who isn’t down and quiet”! Absolute silence until my alarm went off thirty minutes later.
9:00 I engaged snooze protocol.
My mom is a no good, dirty rotten fun hater! I’m going to nominate her for the Joan Crawford mother of the year award. She said, “Viva your vertical jumping is out of control.” So she put a yard stick across the gate. Darn thing makes enough noise to scare a ghost! All one has to do is touch the gate and crash! Dastardly trick!
I might have to find my winnings and see about that plane ticket east yet.
Mom’s making up a reward poster for her favorite slide. It says, “substantial reward for return of favorite slide.” Then she goes on to identify a primary suspect in its disappearance. She says, “young red bridle, answers to Vivers, Vivity V, Hey Stop That, and…. Wait just a minute, she thinks I pinched her slide! No Way! NO WAY!!! NO ABSOLUTE WAY!!! Well, maybe, I’d better go look under the bed and review my stash. She seems quite find fond of these already Ella altered slides, and she did promise a reward. See ya all later, I got some digging to do.
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Mom said, “Let’s play hide and seek.” I dropped mom’s slipper and found a spot! I do not understand why she laughed at me.
Last night I popped up on the bang it thingy and tipped it too. Mom was sooooo impressed that she let me write today’s blog post rather than the one she had planned. The one she had planned was entitled “The many voices of Viva”. I can assure you it would be much less flattering. So cheers for tipping the board, I came out smelling like a rose!
Look at me all worn and haggard. Mom made me sleep in a crate! Can you believe it? After we went to bed, I jumped off the bed and nicked her yoga pants. She said, “Viva, you know the rules, no midnight marauding when I’m trying to sleep.” So she picked me up and stuffed me in a CRATE! I told her this morning she should read the article about how unconditional love is the best training method, and I should be allowed to do as I please! Mom said, “Baloney! ” And then she said, “do it again tonight and it will be a record two nights in a crate.” I’ve got some thinking to do, see ya around, but before I think I have to run!
Hi again, I’m here with a DAY 3 out of the pen report. Mom says I’m doing quite well, and I haven’t committed any unforgivable sins.
I wasn’t quite sure about that unforgivable sin stuff so I turned to O and Linc for advice. O said that I’d cut it close a couple of times, but my main man Linc set it right. He said there are no unforgivable sins with mom. He said heck, Russ ate computer keyboards and Ella ate so many cell phones that they quit counting. And Linc saved me from the fuzzy slipper trap! Mom left her fuzzy memory foam slippers in the living room and I picked one up. Linc yelled, “drop it, Viva, it’s a trap!” Whew! Linc is a good guy, maybe I shouldn’t have tried to give him a concussion by dropping the Ruff Root bone on his head last night? Oh well, mom saved him from getting beaned.
Gotta go, I think Ella wants to play.