No puppies underfoot.
No puppies bothering the big dogs.
No puppies unplugging the television and the lights.
No puppies in the dishwasher.
No puppies.
(sniff)
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4 comments:
Ah well, I'm sure the chance to be mother pack leader will come again.
Thanks for sharing the experience!
*sniff*
*sigh*
~bluepoppy
Now.. don't start thinking "I miss my puppies..." Start thinking about all the woodwork, shoes, rugs, and the hinges of the dishwasher, being preserved for a little while longer.
You've just got to think that a 12 week old Pig in the dishwasher would snap something clean off.
You did attach warning labels to those puppies as applicable... didn't you?
Congrats on being a free woman! Wanna keep the wading pool for the next bunch?
;-) T
Wonderful chaos, it always comes to an end... and then begins again ~
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