The dogs are driving me crazy . . .
It’s raining. It’s cold. It’s windy. And they want to be outside because they might miss Lovely Neighbor Mike and his nightly treats. But it’s raining, it’s cold, and it’s windy . . . and they don’t like being out in the cold, wind, and rain too much . . . so they’re running in and out every few minutes . . .
Which means I have to stop what I’m doing (cooking dinner) to dry them off and clean their feet . . . and then let them out again when they think they hear Lovely Neighbor Mike . . .
Once Lovely Neighbor Mike has given them their nightly treats, things settle down for a bit . . . until I go back into the kitchen to do the dishes . . . which means they are in the kitchen because, well, treats . . . I tell them to get out from under my feet . . . and they decide they need to go OUT . . .
Curse, swear, filth, foul . . .
Rocky doesn’t stay out long because, well, wind, rain, cold . . . and he has a short coat.
Millie, however, stays outside (and outside of my line of sight) just long enough for me to get concerned that she’s outside eating something she shouldn’t and expects me to call her inside. Well . . . Mommy got smart to Millie’s tricks and I turned off the porch light, turned off the kitchen light, and left the kitchen to go watch A Charlie Brown Christmas. Well, that lit a fire under Miss Millie and she “had” to be inside to see what I was doing. If she comes in on her own, that means she doesn’t get a cookie . . . for once her curiosity got the better of her and cost her . . . she’s still sulking over that one . . .
So please excuse me while I go watch my new guilty pleasure . . . The Christmas Baking show with that guy with the beautiful blue eyes . . .