So we get home on Tuesday, and this is how Ruckus spent most of her day.
So I survived the crying cat from the bathroom, and the whimpering dog from her kennel for the remaining 6 hours before Trey got home. During these hours, I decide that Wednesday, I will get out. The pets will just...have...to...deal!
Wednesday arrives and I awake with pure and utter elation at the thought of *WAHOO* getting out of the house! Little did I know that my excitement was equaled by my pets who were thrilled with the free time.....to pull ALL of their stitches out! On my way home, my wonderful boyfriend (who beat me home) calls and asks how the pets looked that morning. I informed him they looked just fine and I had even given them a treat for being so good. (Learned my lesson on that one!) To which he says, "welp! Looks like they had a good day then. Because all of their stitches have been pulled out." ARE YOU SERIOUS???? Groan!
So with Santa packing up his sleigh on Christmas Eve to see all the good boys and girls, I was packing up my bad girls in the car to once again...terrorize them!
And this time...they came back as CONEHEADS!!
Until next time, Happy New Year!