The Never Ending Median

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Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Pet Revolution, 2006

Friends, a movement has begun in my household. After nearly 4 years of harmonious living, ok, there was the Battle of the Couch 4 yrs ago, and some blood was shed(mine) in the "I don't want to go in my kennel" standoff of late 2003---I feel civil unrest brewing. It started with, during Jesi's visit, "I'm gonna poop in the corner whether you walk me or not."(The dogs, not Jesi.) Next, the cat sprayed for the first time in all of our five years together. The dog's ripped open the garbage last week, finding small salsa packets, devoured each, and then barfed throughout the house. Two days ago, I come home to find the baby gate has been jumped as apparently I am not feeding the dogs enough toilet paper, so they pulled out every roll and dined away. And today, oh my, I awoke to that oh so lovely smell. No, not Folgers brewing or fresh bacon, ----cat urine ON MY FAVORITE CHAIR. Now, I have been home alot more of late, so I can only deem this as now that I live here too on a regular basis, my pet's are unsatisfied under my rule. I send this as a note to family and friends and a warning I feel I am in danger of a full overthrow. Help me! Where's that damn Dog Whisperer when you need her?

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