...ain't as fun as it sounds, and it can just put one right into a foul mood before coffee.
I opened the backdoor to let them out as usual this morning, but my wife had left the garage door open so rather than going in the backyard they all bolted out the front and ran merrily thru the neighborhood with me chasing them. :?
(I guess "chasing" is the wrong word as there is no way I could keep up with puppies in their prime, more like "wandering around the neighborhood in my pajamas with an occasional helpful neighbor sticking their head out the door to say "they went that a way" and point for me.)
I didn't catch them, but I did finally manage to persuade them to come home. Now they're all doing the puppy exhausted/happy sleep thing and I'm trying to have a cup of coffee and stop that damned vein in my forehead from throbbing. :?
I opened the backdoor to let them out as usual this morning, but my wife had left the garage door open so rather than going in the backyard they all bolted out the front and ran merrily thru the neighborhood with me chasing them. :?
(I guess "chasing" is the wrong word as there is no way I could keep up with puppies in their prime, more like "wandering around the neighborhood in my pajamas with an occasional helpful neighbor sticking their head out the door to say "they went that a way" and point for me.)
I didn't catch them, but I did finally manage to persuade them to come home. Now they're all doing the puppy exhausted/happy sleep thing and I'm trying to have a cup of coffee and stop that damned vein in my forehead from throbbing. :?