Rule number one – when you buy batteries to replace the dead ones in the indoor shock collars for the dogs, it’s always a good idea to actually change them. I bought the batteries for the collars the very next morning and as is always the case, I got busy multitasking and totally forgot to change out the dead for the freshly charged batteries. We had dinner plans that night with my best friend and her significant other, who were in town only for the weekend, so I was busy trying to get everything done for the day and prod Mitch along.
Mitch is busy working on our latest renovation project since the bathroom finally was finished. The latest project is totally gutting the dining room and sheet rocking the room ceiling and walls and covering the hard wood floors with bamboo. Mitch is not a social butterfly, hermit fits the description better, so getting him to stop the rehab and get cleaned up in a timely fashion, is like prodding a giant tortoise to walk faster. Not going to happen. So while I’m prodding, nagging and giving him the Look, I completely forgot to change out the batteries. We go to dinner and have a great time, because once I finally get Mitch out of the cave and into the light, he opens up and enjoys himself. He’ll even grudgingly admit it later, maybe.
We get home to barking dogs waiting for me to open the door and once inside, I’m overwhelmed with the wave of destruction the dogs have waged on the kitchen. In the living room an empty butter container that had housed an unopened pound of whipped butter that one or more dogs had taken from the kitchen table and consumed. Yummy, eating a pound of butter. I can’t wait to see which dog ate that. Farther in the living was a plastic jar of honey or what was left of it. The lid had been chewed off and the top of the jar had been chewed with about one quarter of the honey eaten. I picked up the empty butter container, lid and the honey jar and walked into the kitchen to survey the damage waiting for me. The recycle bin had been opened and contents strewn about. Why, it’s not like anything in there was edible.
The trash can was knocked over again with trash all over the floor. Orso also left a wonderful gift in the guest bathroom off the kitchen, he peed on the tile floor. Lovely. Surprisingly no one looked at all remorseful. Imagine that.
The trashcan will now be removed and a smaller one will go under the sink. God help me if they figure out how to open cabinet doors. The butter and honey get put up higher, just like living with toddlers and the recycle container will be emptied more often and left outside when I’m gone.
Oh yes and I am going to change the batteries in the collars right now.