Anybody want a {*koff*} nice dog?

The Ts, disgraced, are in their crates this morning.

Taenzer pooped in the kitchen. No, she didn't have diarrhea or anything, it was nice normal solid poop. I just hadn't kept my eye on her to make SURE she went at some time when she was outside yesterday. She only goes once a day, and if I don't insist--and I mean insist--that she poop, she forgets about it. Until the middle of the night. I'm glad she's getting good food--it's relatively stink-free and is very firm so it's easy to clean up. However, the point is that at 3-1/2 years old, she's WAY TOO OLD TO BE POOPING IN THE HOUSE unless it's a dire emergency. She could at least try to wake me up.

Then while I was in the back of the house getting ready for work I hear this bang crash, and by the time I make it to the kitchen the fresh canned food I'd put out for Annie was gone--and Annie hadn't eaten it.

I lost it and hollered "CRATES!!!" They both hustled their fuzzy butts into their crates, and there they'll stay for the morning, while I try to figure out how to leave food out for Annie that she can reach but the Ts can't.

Oh, btw--if you'd like to see some really good photos instead of the out-of-focus stuff I post here, check out the Bohemian Road Nurse's blog--I've got a link to it over there in the side bar. She's got mockingbirds nesting on her balcony and raising, probably, cowbirds, and every time she sticks her head out the sliding door she gets divebombed. But she also gets some really amazing action pictures of birds in mid-air--and daddy mockingbirds in high dudgeon. Great stuff--check it out.