I sometimes think I may not be ready for it.
Four dogs is SUCH a handful. All four are on daily medications – some twice a day, one three times a day. Two are awful on a leash, and so I have to take two separate walks each time they need to go out. When one spooks herself, the other three all chime in to bark at nothing. When the doorbell rings, it takes me 10 minutes to get the door, chasing them down individually to crate them so I can have an adult conversation.
Today, while Kimchi was sniffing a mailbox, Lieutenant Dan lifted his leg and peed all over her head. I mean, ALL OVER her head. Yellow and smelly and PEE. It is probably easier to wrestle alligators than bathe Kimchi. Meanwhile, Holly pooped since I didn’t get her out fast enough for her and Missy’s walk, Dan ate the liner from the inside of his diaper, and Missy knocked over the office chair trying to get at a yogurt that I left on the desk.
Devils, I tell ya. Perfect little devils.