Irritable Blog Syndrome

Dimples Mucho

Potty-Training is for the dogs...I mean the birds

So we went out of town recently and before we left Polly was on the right track in the potty-training department.  Very few accidents, going to the front door and lingering therefore indicating that she needed to be let out, etc.  There were alot of "I hate this dog" and "Maybe we can return her" type comments in this process I will admit, to which Henry took more then a small amount of pleasure in responding to by saying "I told you so."

We were gone all of 5 days and apparently in the short time that we were gone she must of suffered some sort of malfunction in the portion of her brain controlling her memory.  We are back to square one, only now I think my patience is shorter because I just think she should know better.  Am I right???  I think the pooch is messing with me.  She's been out to get me ever since I sprayed her in the mouth with Bitter Apple.  I guess I can't blame her, the stuff smells like fingernail polish remover.

We shoulda got a cat.

Sister for Sale

teehee

Pea in a Pod

Polly Wolly

More sickeningly sweet pictures of the new pooch.

Heebie Jeebies

Got spiders?  We do...or rather we did.  Henry went postal on them yesterday with the killa' spray.  Wanna see one of the six or seven he killed.

Flag Football

Five (or was it six) stitches later and I'm saying "YEAH RIGHT!"

I really should have taken a "before" picture.  That would have gotten a dry heave out of even the most strong stomachs.  Bon Apetit!