So one day, hubs forgot to close the front door after leaving the house. I was upstairs in the bedroom when he left. After about 30 minutes, I came down and 2 shocked faces stared at me from the bottom of the staircase. The shocked faces belong to my 2 crazies. They must have realized that hubs forgot to lock the front door and they opened it as usual and came into the house.
What they did was roamed around the house, all the way to kitchen. How did I know? I saw pools of pee everywhere because they peed to mark their territory. Boy was I fuming with all the extra work I have to do like looked around for places that they have peed, cleaned the floor and wiped the sofa. This is because being male dogs, they lift their legs to urinate to reach higher points, thus staining the sofa.
Then I spotted this on the floor.
It’s the screeching rubber chicken toy we have on the coffee table. I believe it’s Sheldon, as usual, the naughty one who bites everything, chewed the rubber chicken. Not sure if I should be angry or laugh about this. I told hubs that he has to remember to close the door every time even if he’s taking the garbage out because if this happens again, he’ll have to clean up the mess.
