Drowning in Puppies

Our puppies are cute, really they are. And I do feel a great deal of affection towards them.

But... I'm tired of cleaning up their messes. And why do all eight of them have to time their business 5 minutes apart from each other. By the time I finish cleaning up from the last one, the first one has started the cycle all over again. *sigh*

For a few blissful days last week they were outside. But with the colder, rainy weather they are back inside. They are now where my large kitchen table used to be (in an enclosed pet yard) and we are using the card table when we eat meals.

No, we do not have a garage. So, yes, they must be inside. Or down at my landlord's shop. He thinks it would work perfectly down there. Sure, in one hours time they would be covered in their own... well, it just wouldn't work. He's thinking I'm home anyway, so I could just trot down there all through the day and care for them.

And if you say we should have thought of this before we had puppies, I will most likely growl at you. You may not hear it, but I'll be doing it just the same. I thought tying my dog up during that special time in her life would prevent this. Now I know it doesn't if the other dog is let off it's leash.

My landlord (whose dog is the father) has already mentioned doing this again next year. He says you can make so much money breeding and selling.

Must be nice if you don't have to do all the clean-up;) After all, if I wanted to clean up refuse (animal or otherwise) I'd wear a hazmat suit and go for bigger bucks.

Okay. I admit that after I clean up their messes, and they trot up to me and stare at me with their soulful little eyes, I soften just a little bit. And it is comforting to hold them and have them snuggle up close (when they're not knawing on me with their sharp little teeth).

But right now I'm cranky. I don't handle dealing with waste products before breakfast very well.

And I'm running low on my supply of Yankee candles;)

EDIT: Okay, I'm fessing up here. While I do have morning duty (and late night), all of my children have been enlisted into the "potty patrol." If I had to do it myself all the time, I'd boot the cute little things right out the door! Well, maybe;)