BAD DOGS ARE BIBLICAL

I was reading upstairs when i heard the news start on the radio, and thought "Oh hell, it's time to give the little dogs their lunch." About that time, the boy dog comes running upstairs, playing the fool, wanting to play fighty-bitey. I was thinking that was odd, but proceeded downstairs, asking the dogs as i went if they wanted to go outside. When i got to the kitchen, i found a mess all over the floor by the back door. Some dog or dogs unknown (Mr. Bailey) had taken a full trash bag out of the recycling tub and there was trash everywhere on the runner leading to the back door.

It was a mess of biblical proportions--and it just got worse. After i had served them lunch, i was suddenly perplexed that the girl dog had not gulped down her lunch, and run out to the living room to try to steal the boy dog's lunch. (She never succeeds, but she never fails to try, either.) I found her in the kitchen, licking the coffee grounds off the floor.

Biblical proportions, i tell ya . . . it was a mess of biblical proportions.