:: taking charge ::

do you ever feel like you are the lunatic in charge of the asylum?
i think that's just how i would sum up my life at present.
the start of the school year is always a little bit crazy, but this is a whole new kind of crazy.

 we are dog sitting for my brother. his cute little miss is a stubborn, and sometimes naughty 8 year old jack russell terrier named syd vicious.
she also happens to have the worst halitosis in canine history

 she has been a very good little dog in his absence. she has even obeyed the occasional command, a whole new experience for her.

 mr norris is not too happy about his territory being invaded by the cat despising syd. the poor little ginger boy has taken to hiding under the kitchen table safely tucked in the space between the chair and the table top.

 but spare a thought for the meat in the sandwich (metaphorically speaking of course)
clive the cockatiel is the pride and joy of miss 12, he is in fact the love of her life. he hates every one else in our home, hissing loudly when we approach.

 the present situation is that my time is completely consumed by attempting to separate the waring animals. i keep them all safe by staggering their bed times and waking hours, feed times and walks. their days are micro managed to prevent them from coming into contact with each other.

 the dog wants to eat the cat and the bird, the cat hates the dog and wants to eat the bird, the bird lives in fear of the cat, the dog and every member of the household except miss 12 and i am the lunatic in charge of the asylum.

lucky i love you syd

 

Comments

[Bron]

You're a good woman I would have run and hid by now until they had all gone away!

[Kirsty]

Good luck! Syd is very cute though, I see why you put up with it all. I think the cat has the right idea, just lay low until it all passes!

[aracne]

I am sorry, but you made me laugh! Animals are worst than children, right?