I have often wondered what exactly it is my dogs do all day when I am at work. I would like to think that they just lay on their blankets patiently waiting for me to come home. However, I know this is not the case. They are indoor dogs, yet every so often Charlie manages to wind up with a puncture wound. Is he peeing on the wrong bush? Is Sammy biting him? Who knows.
James was a pop drinker. I am not. We stocked up on it when it was on sale. He died right after the Superbowl. I have several cases of pop stacked up by the kitchen door, both that I bought and that were brought over for out of town guests that were here for the funeral. I don't know why I haven't just given it away but there it sits. Today, I came home from work to find a lone can of Sierra Mist in the middle of the kitchen floor. So, I ask the boys what they have been up to. They respond by excitedly jumping up and down.
I am having Thanksgiving with our friends, and went over there tonight to take my contributions to dinner and help with some of the prep work. Really I went over there to talk about how hot the actor who plays Edward Cullen in "Twilight" is. Slicing pickles was just my cover story.
So, I get home to find two very excited dogs and 10 cans of Diet Coke in the middle of the floor. The box was still by the door with all the other cases of pop but all the cans were in a weird circle in the middle of the room. I suspect they, and by "they" I really mean Sammy, decided to eat the box and when they/Sammy tried to get it down, all the cans rolled out of it. Of course they are acting completely innocent now. Charlie is happily destroying yet another Kong ball and Sammy is happily licking his foot. And I am wondering for the bazillionth time what exactly it is they do while I am away. Never a dull moment with these two, and for that I really am grateful.