ALL SETTLED IN....AND THE DOGS ARE TOO...

I took some time off from the blog to get used to our new house, and I have to say that we are all settled in.  We are all used to the unique facets of this new house.  We are trying to figure out ways to enjoy every area of our new blessing.

All of us are.

Even the two little black dogs that think they should have the run of the whole house...whether I happen to think so or not.

I had this thought: they would understand that they have to be confined to the upstairs until after the honeymoon period of the new home has worn off.  I assumed they would understand that they are not allowed to go downstairs to the beautifully finished basement with the creme colored carpet until I say they are allowed to go.  I assumed they knew the same rules apply at the new house as they did at the old apartment.  I assumed my cute little monsters would sit obediently at the top of the basement stairs and wait for us to come back up.

Well, first off I had that wrong.

When you have two little chihuahuas, you cannot assume anything about their perspective on life.  You cannot think they will just understand when their human daddy is heading down to his crazy shower with the wall spigots that THEY CANNOT GO, TOO.  You cannot assume that they understand how they need to wait until YOU THINK they are ready.

They will not ask, "Hey, Human Mommy, am I ready, yet?"

They will not obey your yelling as they wind their little bodies past his, dashing through his legs, as he makes his way down the stairs.

They WILL take off knowing you cannot just push your husband out the way to save your carpet.

They WILL christen the creme colored carpet with their little sausage turds and then take off running while you are screaming for their punishment.

The fat one will hunch low and shoot out like a missile for the opposite side of the basement to hide.  The skinny one will take off for the upstairs when he sees his girl get in trouble, deciding to leave his own tiny remnants in the bathroom you thought was fit for a queen and in no way appropriate for a 4 pound terror to do his business.

This will happen - while you are assuming they will act right and consider your feelings about their disobedience.

This is how we have settled in.  I am realizing that I can't banish them to the pound because they are the most hard-headed creatures on the planet (besides me, obviously).  They have to get used to this new home.  And they don't care if the carpet is creme.  I may have a hissy fit while I am re-cleaning the carpet and screaming bloody murder, but they will just stare at me with big brown eyes and think I am crazy.

We are home.

And so are they.