No More Mess

My poor puppies; they've been thrown out. Not thrown exactly, that would warrant a visit from the RSPCA, but they have been re homed. Don't worry, it's only to the shed, but that's bad enough. The house seems strange without them diving through the kitchen, grabbing a quick bite of slipper and leaping to the worktops to see if any food lurks about. That bit I didn't mind. Even the Farmer gave a little chuckle at Bonnie's persistence. The last straw came yesterday when Farmer cleaned up poo for the third time that day. And I hadn't told him about the two times I had cleaned it up in between. When Amy ran upstairs at 8pm shouting, "puppy poo, puppy poo", I knew that was it. The Farmer put his foot down and I, reluctantly, agreed. I can hear you saying I told you so, from here, and I wish I had followed my head right from the start, instead of going with my heart and allowing them to live inside. Molly was a model puppy, Sparky was, as my older readers know, a damn nuisance, but both were soon toilet trained and have been good dogs ever since, albeit Sparky still being a pain in the arse from time to time. The problem has been that both the Farmer and I have been poorly recently, had really bad colds which could have bordered on flu, man-flu in the Farmer's case, but nevertheless, neither of us have felt like wiping up puppy pee and puppy poo.

It's a comfortable kennel that they have, plenty big enough to stretch their legs, and totally sheltered from the elements. But my intention now is to get a purpose built shed-like building, erected near to the house, which will house both puppies and preferably Sparky. Not sure how the Farmer will react to my idea of it housing Sparky too but I'll do my best. They're too rough for Molly so she can stay in the house which I am sure she will be thrilled about. At only four and a half months, they're young enough to adapt to new surroundings and they can poo to their heart's content. I'd much rather muck out a dog kennel every day than be standing in dog shit every time I want to get through the back door.

Meggie

Bonnie