Forewarned, forearmed, FOUR feet.
I overlooked something in my earlier post about what could/might/will happen while Husband is in Asia for two weeks. All in all, the humans among us have fared pretty well (Dad’s home on Wednesday, kids) but the canine lot has been a little more troubled:
A Doodle who Shall Not Be Named (but who is the largest, youngest, and least disciplined of the pack) ate half a batch of freshly-baked brownies of the counter the other night.. I’ve convinced myself that he will not die a Brownie Death because (happily) they were baked from a Duncan Hines mix….which we all know contains not an ounce of real chocolate or cocoa, but many ounces of artificial deliciousness. The Doodle Lives.
The Wicked Excavator has roared back to life in the past week, regrading the construction areas. This has meant that a number (3) of dogs spent several hours in the back seat of the car (doors open) in the futile hope that their Person would drive them away to safety (or freedom. Hard to know which they were going for).
The Kindest, Gentlest and Best Doodle among the pack has developed a nasty case of Kennel Cough, or as you scientist geeks might like to know, Bordetella bronchiseptica . He was groomed this past week — which is where I’m sure he got it — and so although he looks really good, he’s not feeling so hot. (And bring on the maternal guilt — a quick spin through the “Dog” file seems to reveal that none of this pack were vaccinated this summer as they should have been. Oops. Sorry, Doodle friend.) He’ll be fine, but boy, he sounds frightful.
So we’re in the Home Stretch here for Husband’s/Dad’s return. I’ve just cut all fingernails (normally Dad’s domain, but it would be bad for him to return and find the children with claws where their hands should be) but I do draw the line at pedicures, so they may yet be looking like ghoulish creatures from the wood before that flight lands from Singapore.