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Whether waking up from a nap or from a good night's rest... Chances are there is a butt in my face. Breakfast, lunch, dinner or between meal snack... I usually have to hide, fight for, and quickly eat my food. I cannot leave glasses filled with tempting liquids in convenient locations... They will be drunk as soon as my back is turned. If I leave my home for any length of time over 5 minutes... I will come back to the remains of a hurricane. When I receive phone calls... I cannot hear the person on the other line well because of all the noise that occurs in my house, usually only when I am on the phone. Even though I am a neat freak and constantly clean my home... There is this animalistic odor that never seems to go away. Trash cans do not exist in my house... I must take all garbage out of the house and place it in the big trash can outside or immediately pay the price for leaving it anywhere in the house. I used to have lots of visitors... Now I get asked to other people's homes more. Though I don't believe in wearing fur... I am often told I am wearing it. My neighbors all complain of all the door to door salesmen... I have never had one come to my door. Everyone on my street has a lovely lawn... I have mostly dirt and large, deep holes bigger than any mole, gopher, rabbit or snake would ever make. I used to have nice belongings... Now most of my things are chewed, torn, or ruined by saliva. Most people can walk through their house easily... I have to walk very carefully because of the lakes, puddles, streams and occasional land mine I may encounter. I take lots of trips... To bad I never get past my front door when I take them. But all in all my life is sweet. I understand why I have the problems I do and I am more than happy to accept the reasons I have them. Because if I didn't... I would have a house and a life without dogs and that would truly be my misfortune. Copyright (c) June 3, 2002. Amy Lyles. All rights reserved. Permission to share as long as copyright is intact. |
