I love the Christmas season. All the family dogs get to gather.
I love having a pack of dogs. Love it!
Right now they are ALL napping.
Can you say fun colma?!
Anyone else feeling this way?
Problem #1
Anyone else have this problem?
Dogs don’t care if you’re in the smallest room of the house; that could be the restroom or getting clothing out of the closet; they’re there and they’re proud.
All my dogs know the command, “back”. That’s the only way I’m freed from the tiny space.
Dillon is the worst at this. He’s like that foreign guy that invades your personal space bubble; his size helps him to get up close and very personal. What’s worse is he practically gets stuck with me thanks to his large dog genetics.
In my house the toilet is the throne and potty time is the pets’ time to air grievance with leadership. Gunner weaves through my legs, jumps on my lap and tells me there is simply not enough boxes. Molly states that a back rub is in need and throws herself to the ground. Riley needs to know what’s in the pot, and well Dillon, we already discussed him.
Close the door you say? Not in my house. If you half-heartedly close it then Dillon knocks that baby open. If it’s shut tight then all hell breaks loose on the outside; all furry subjects gather and pace outside waiting to seize the throne.
In all honesty I don’t really care that much. It’s entertaining as hell and makes for good conversation.
Don’t forget to flush. Animals don’t need a reason to further explore the toilet bowl.
First Confession
I have a confession to make…
I love my dogs… I know that’s not a crazy or scandalous confession but some people look at me like I’m crazy. They don’t understand why I do the things I do for my dogs, why I spend almost all my free time doing something that involves them.
Dogs are selfless and live in the moment. They love you with every fiber of their being, what’s not to love about that?
So what if keeping my house spotless is a daily struggle. I’d rather live in a house with tons of hair, and muddy footprints peppering the floor, then one that is pristine, cold, and obviously lacking a mammal of the canine variety.
So what if vacations aren’t as easy to plan.
So what if can’t stay away from the house as long as dogless people.
These are just SOME of the arguments I hear…and this is why I decided to start up this blog. To unite all of the crazy dog moms (and dads).
We can laugh and bitch together.
Welcome to Confessions of a Dog Mom!
Confessions of a Dog Mom 