Dog Day Afternoon

This giant bag of wiggles is known as "Molly":





Yeah, I know it's a crappy image, but it came from a crappy camera phone, so whattaya gonna do? I'll try to get some good pics tonight with a real camera so you can see the absolute crazy-ball cuteness that is her.

Molly came home last and I'm not sure who was more excited: Scott and Katie (her new owners), or me. I was super excited because, yanno, PUPPIES!!! Even better - RESPONSIBILITY-FREE PUPPIES!!!!
Jericho, on the other hand, was significantly less excited. And let's not even talk about Skittles, who was so *not* excited that she whipped out the claws on several occasions. Poor Skittles, she does not adapt well to change (or 20-lb puppies charging into her full-throttle).

Yesterday evening was spent puppy-wrangling as Molly tore through the house putting things in her mouth and generally just raising hell. She has this tendancy to throw herself into you, and by that, I don't mean just run at you full-speed. She actually gets a running start and launches herself at you. If you're standing up, she kind of crashes into your thighs, but if you're sitting down, she pretty much breaks her momentum with your face. Yeah...she's a handful.

Nonetheless, much fun was had because, let's face it, watching a puppy is more entertaining than watching TV. Jericho tried his hardest to not like Molly. He put on this sad face and grumbled and played the part of an old, crotchety man for the most part. But she managed to get him riled up quite a bit and on a few occasions he betrayed his growley exterior by actually playing with her. He'd then look up at me with this giant grin on his face...and suddenly remember that he was supposed to be miserable. He'd then tuck his tail between his legs and sulk his way over to the couch. What a nerd. Jericho is the kind of dog who may not necessarily like puppies, but they are really, really good for him. Well, that's my theory at least.

The best part of the evening was when she pooped in the house. Why, you ask? I'll tell you why. The best part of the evening was when she pooped in the house because I didn't have to clean it up. Because she's not my puppy. Nope, I stayed far away from that hot mess (literally), distracting Molly and enjoying the fact that I wasn't staring down a humongous pile of puppy poop. Hey, I've earned the right to gloat. If any of you knew what I had to go through with my other dog, Sage, you'd know that I earned my respite from paper towels and lysol and other cleaning products. I swear, if stuff wasn't coming out of one end of that dog, it was coming out of the other. And I know that those of you who have met Sage are cracking up right now because it's absolutely true. Don't deny it!!!!
I think I have a picture of her around somewhere...

Aah, here she is:

If nothing else, she's was a ridiculous looking animal, right?
And look what else I just found whilst rummaging around! A picture of Skittles in a pumpkin costume that was 2 sizes too small for her fat ass:

Doesn't she look happy? I especially like the ear action going on in this pic. Lol.

Okay, so that's about it.
Moral of today's post: pets are HUGELY entertaining. If you don't have one...go get one. You won't regret it.

And just a note - Easter is this weekend, and we get off of work early tomorrow (triple arm pump for that), so postings may be a little sparce - if not nonexistant - over the next few days. Or maybe they'll come fast and furious. I dunno. I guess it depends on if I motivate myself to actually get stuff done over my two-and-a-half-day weekend, or if I procrastinate (who, ME?!?!) and find myself on my laptop when I should be doing domestic-type stuff.
We shall see...