The Terror Squad

It was a wonderful evening tonight...a great dinner and a nice relaxing soak in the tub. The sun was shining and puppies were romping in the yard.

As the day wound down: I said to the house "Everyone upstairs! Time for bed!" 

This pandemonium led to one mini pony ripping upstairs...and hurling herself on the bed. She has learned too quick from her brother how to use the bench at the end of it to get up on the bed. 

As I am getting in my jammies, I said to hubby "Your turn". (Puppies aren't allowed on the bed until invited). 

Wheeeeelll...he waited that nano second too long...I think even saying something like "she's fine".... And of course, next thing we know... puppy is peeing all over the (clean) bedding. 

As he picked her up and flew downstairs I stripped the bed and started a load of laundry. 

And then starts the bickering. 

With both duvet covers in the laundry dirty and the duvet in the washing machine, the only thing left is the baby duvet in the spare room. 

You have never seen a grown man weep and complain so much over a small blankie. 

It will be a long night. Lol

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Mom and dad found this in their travels. 

Now to figure out where to hang it. 

Cheers!

PS:  Puppies? Still waaaaay easier than babies!