It is a sad scene. Dogs runnin everywhere and everyone telling them to get down. Everyone getting jumped on and pushed. This is nothing compared to my sisters dogs. She has two huge ones that jump every where and three smaller ones and all of them are howling and barking when you enter. Makes ya wanna run for the hills.
One day with our dogs, we all ignored them and acted like they weren't here and they didn't jump, but we felt so sorry for them since they looked so worried and left out.
I guess I'm a true city girl -- I do a visual check to make sure that the house is still secure, hang my keys on the hook and check on my dogs (that is if no one is home). Otherwise, if everyone is home, fend off the attack of about 7+ kids (mine and their friends) and animals! lol
My dog Oscar meets me at the door shaking his whole body (apparently just the tail is not enough! ) He always has to have a gift for me in his mouth, a toy, a chewy or something else. Then he puts half his body between my legs until he is satified I have been well greeted. After that I take off my shoes, put down whatever I have in my hands, put my keys in the key basket and say hello to my husband and sons.
I check to make sure I haven't left my keys hanging in the door (I tend to leave them there sometimes), check my phone messages, make a cup of coffee and enjoy the little time I have until the kids walk in the door.
Do the hair ball hunt because the herd of cats was alone in the house and they like to leave me hair balls. Check the birds to make sure the herd of cats did not eat them. Check my bedroom pillow to make sure the dog did not mark it to get even for me leaving... Check to teenagers to make sure they have not died at their computer keyboards while playing world of warcraft.. then I leave because who want to come home to all of this.
I close the door, then open the door to get my finger out of it. I flip the light switch and then remember that the bulb is blown. I walk down the dark hall and step in the dogs water bowl. I shake my wet shoe and kick a small hole in the wall. Dead tired I sit down hard in my recliner which tips over backwards. This awakens my partially deaf and sleeping rottweiler that thinks I am an intruder and proceeds to rip my shirt off.
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