Dogs,Dogs,Dogs

My life has gone to the dogs. Trips to the dog park, Pet Smart, and the vet. Refereeing meal time and lots of trips outside to eliminate meal time. Refereeing nap time and each dog's designated spot. Bedtime and where each dog will sleep. But all in all things are progressing well. The dogs are excellent at the dog park running off leash with a pack of strange dogs. Shelley did snarl at a tiny poodle in a pink dress. My husband said she probably thought it was a rabbit. My husband came home last night after being gone all week. We attempted to sit on the screened porch with all three dogs. Chip promptly smeared his myasthenia gravis drool on my husband's dress pants. Then Zeus cocked his leg and peed on the wicker hassock my husband's feet were on. My husband stomped in the house. I cleaned up the chair and finished off the bottle of wine we had started. Domestic bliss with three dogs.