Shenanigans, awesomeness, kittens and some cussing (because I never do that)

Pieces of the couch were strewn across the living room floor when I got home from work earlier this week.
Pieces of the couch were strewn across the living room floor when I got home from work earlier this week.

Last night I may have tweeted about my uncertainty about whether I’d ever been this angry at a non-human living being. And the other day, I may have posted the above photo.

Callie’s on a rampage. First, it was the couch cushion (above). Last night, it was a pillow (you know, those fancy decorative ones that nobody really uses but they’re pretty so they HAVE to be on the couch). I would have taken a picture of that but I was too busy trying to keep my head from exploding all over the fucking house and giving myself an even bigger mess to clean up.

I know we’re at least partially to blame – I mean we just leave them in the house while we’re gone but we have NEVER had a problem before. At least, not this big of a problem. They – meaning Callie and Velvet, and by the way I don’t realllly know who’s to blame, it could be either or both – have gotten small things before, like pens or beer cans (no blood, no injuries, it’s all good). I guess those should have been a warning but instead we’re all, lol I can’t believe she CHEWED UP A BEER CAN and isn’t bleeding all over town, and go on our merry way.

Caliber wasn't even cuter as a puppy than she is now, which is pretty damn hard to imagine.
Caliber was even cuter as a puppy than she is now, which is pretty damn hard to imagine.

In case you haven’t noticed, Callie is just about the cutest dog on the face of the planet. Velvet’s pretty fucking adorable, too, so it’s hard to be mad at them for longer than about seven minutes but HOLY FUCK I can’t afford a new couch! We’re down one cushion and have you ever sat on a couch without a cushion? It’s not comfortable. At. All. Needless to say I’m sick. and. tired. of this dog’s shenanigans.

Maybe I’d be more mad if there wasn’t some pure awesomeness going on in other areas of my life. Like currently, in my purse at this very moment, is a brand spanking new debit card for a bank account the boy and I have together. Pretty big step, right? Yeah and we’re starting to seriously look into buying a house. After the last fiasco, we’re stepping it up a notch.

And there’s even more awesomeness at the end of the month. My sister, sister-in-law, cousin and I are going to a concert that would rock the shit out of anything you’ve ever attended. Alright that’s probably pretty damn far from the truth BUT Nickelback, Papa Roach, Hinder and Saving Abel? At the Gorge? With three amazing women whom I love more than just about anybody (with the exception of, you know, the rest of my family and Johnny Depp)? YES YES GOD YES.

I just hope my fatter-than-fat fat ass cat hasn’t exploded into the terror that will be KITTENS because that bitch went and got herself preggo. I knew it was going to happen when we moved out here and I saw all sorts of shithead animals running around like they own the place. Seriously, we had mutts all over our lawn and I’d come home to see some cat poking his head around a tree and I’d be all GET OUT OF HERE YOU MANWHORE MY KITTY’S TOO GOOD FOR YOU.

I need a drink.

7 Comments

  1. sleepyjane said:

    Here’s a good article about why dogs chew: http://www.cushionguy.com/infochewing.html

    Basically it gives you some reasons and tips on it all. MY advise is that you take them for regular walks. (If you don’t already) They get bored, and the have SO much energy so they chew things. 😉 I have been there so you have my sympathies.

    Oh and I love Papa Roach!

    Friday, August 14, 2009
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    • Kaci said:

      Thanks, sleepyjane…

      I know Callie and Velvet both just need more attention – and I try, I really do – but sometimes work makes it nearly impossible. I’ve spent a lot of time today (and will more later) playing fetch with them (that way THEY can run/get exercise and I can… sit. heh. heh.). Hopefully when the boy starts day shift (as opposed to night shift) Monday, we’ll be able to give them more attention.

      Friday, August 14, 2009
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  2. big brother said:

    Oh SNAP!!!!
    that’s freakin’ funny….cuz it’s you and not me! i would be so pissed. we had a dog (years ago) that got our of her crate one day and DESTROYED our apartment. Yo cried for hours and i got rid of her that day. One of the items was a huge fish tank that got dumped all over the floor (on a 2nd story apt). Beides all that water, we had some dead fish too. The couch, curtains, chairs, clothes….everything was trashed, so i can understand the raging ball of fury that is being unleashed.

    Monday, August 17, 2009
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  3. Yowza! Yes, Jesse is right. I cried for HOURS. Mostly because it wasnt the first time that she tore the apartment up. And it was totally our fault for having that dog in an apartment to begin with. We were way too busy for dogs (full time college/full time work) and we should have stuck to fish! There are reasons why the dogs stay outside when we arent home. I HATE tore up SHIT! AND pissed on carpet! But that is another story…
    I am TOTALLY excited for the concert too! I am ditching THREE dog shows that weekend to do this. You guys are so lucky! 😉

    Monday, August 17, 2009
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  4. Stacie said:

    When Layla was a puppy she somehow exploded out of the top of her crate and went on a rampage in my house that made me worry that we were robbed when I got home from work. Luckily, not too much was unusable, just all out of sorts. I almost killed her, though.

    Sunday, August 23, 2009
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  5. […] This week totally sucks. The boy is gone bear hunting so I’m stuck with the devils dogs on my own all week … which would be so terrible if it didn’t take me 25 minutes to go home. So now I have to make the trip to and from work twice a day. Yanno, to make sure the other couch doesn’t get eaten. […]

    Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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  6. […] This week totally sucks. The boy is gone bear hunting so I’m stuck with the devils dogs on my own all week … which would be so terrible if it didn’t take me 25 minutes to go home. So now I have to make the trip to and from work twice a day. Yanno, to make sure the other couch doesn’t get eaten. […]

    Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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