Saturday, June 26, 2010

Porridge, anyone?

You all have figured out by now that I am a little OCD, well a lot OCD, so of course I have a routine putting the house to sleep every night.

Because of my "quirks" I choose to be the "man of the house" and shut it down every night.

I am sure you are wondering what actually needs to be done, it can't be that hard right?

Well, yes and no.

I have to make sure both the front and back door are dead bolted, the appropriate outside lights are on or off depending on their location, let the dogs out one more time to go potty so they don't wake me @ 4:47am like they did today (that's for another day, another post), turn the light off in the kitchen, fill the dogs' water bowl, turn off all tv's, put the remotes back in their place of domain, fix the pillows on the couch that I know have somehow gotten out of place, etc.

So you get the point right?

Thursday night I forgot the most important step:

Putting the dog gate up!


You have no idea how important this step is.

When this step doesn't happen, all hell breaks loose in my house.

A said as soon as he woke up and saw that Fraulein was not in her kennel, he knew we were in for some surprises.

You see, she is trained.

And when I say trained, she is not trained like Morgan. Well, no one is. Morgan had a special upbringing and great role models as far as how to be a good dog.

Fraulein on the other hand, not so much.

Her early years consisted of college daze and bachelor pads.

You get the gist right?

She was allowed on all beds, couches, and chairs.

That was before, I came along.

Thursday night she turned into Goldilocks from the GoldiLocks and the Three Bears story.

She tried out every resting place she could find.

The guest room bed, the couch, the other couch.

I wonder how many times she switched back and forth.

The life of a dog must be grande, well I know it is for this dog.

She left a trail of white hair on all furniture, so instead of drinking the porridge, she left hair as her evidence.

Geez. I forget one step of my routine and this is what happens.

This, once again proves that my nightly routine is not ridiculous, it is MANDATORY.

Here's to drinking the porridge and having your cup runneth over,

1 comment:

  1. I am laughing out loud! I love you so much.