We had a puppy jail break yesterday. Thanks to the live puppy cam, we were able to monitor their activity (though we’re powerless to do anything about it; one of these days I gotta hook speakers up to it so I can at least holler at ’em). The damage was minimal (an old sneaker that the sole had fallen off of a long time ago, turning it into kind of a moccasin, a cat toy, some unidentifiable shards of something or other, and a yellow sponge), but, for some reason, while they are more or less over crapping inside their containment area, they (or at least one of them, and I suspect it’s Bud, who is a bit of a troublemaker) seem to enjoy crapping and peeing in the dining room when they can get to it. As it’s a wood laminate floor, that’s certainly preferable to hitting up the rug in the family room – especially since it was more of the hot fudge-type consistency than neat little logs.

Still, it was pretty stinky, and my wife tends to dawdle at work in order to ensure that I get home first and have to deal with it. To quote my father-in-law: “imagine me, a man, having to clean up shit.” Indeed.

Worse, since this is on the western side of the house and it was quite sunny and warm (though not as hot as it has been) yesterday, things were pretty well baked on, so it took quite an effort (and half a roll of paper towels) to get it all up and disposed of.

Puppies. Gotta love ’em. I really think they should be over this crapping in the house phase by now (I mean, they’re 8 months old). I blame my wife; she’s just too easy on them.

Speaking of wives (and stinky stuff), I see that Yasser Arafat’s wife wants his body exhumed. That doesn’t seem like a good idea to me. I mean, he looked like he smelled pretty ripe when he was still alive. But now? :yuck:

Oh well, time to get this two-day week over with already. I just hope it doesn’t end up with me cleaning up shit.