Lately we've been hearing a lot of odd bumps and
bangs and screeching under the house. Bernoulli loves it...of course, it's
cats. Several, although there is one in particular that has taken up residence
under the house and sometimes on the back porch.
It drives Bernoulli wild. He runs all over the
house sniffing (snorfling) at every nook and cranny and A/C vent on the bottom
floor. He tries to get under the bed in the bike room because we can hear them
through that vent really well and he generally just makes a fool of himself
whining and snorfling.
Last night Chad decided to let him under the house to run the cats out of there. (They aren't OUR cats...WE didn't fail to fix and/or neuter our pets.) So he grabbed a leash and led Bernoulli out to the side of the house where the skirting is missing and turned him loose.
Of course, there are other places where the skirting is loose enough that the cats are using them as alternate doors, so, of course, Bernoulli chased one out and spent the next couple of hours, we thought, chasing cats.
Apparently, though, he found some fish. Dead, rancid fish. And rolled in it.
So he comes in, all proud of himself and feeling cocky at almost 11 o'clock, which is our bedtime and not only is he filthy but he REEKS. So it's into the tub for him. We both got in with him...I washed his front half and Chad washed his back and hind quarters. By the time we were done he was so tired from his spectacular adventure that he was laying down in the water - a first as he doesn't like baths.
Then we got him out and dried him off a bit and let him out of the bathroom. At that point, of course, he was all riled up and running around trying to get the other dogs to play with him and all we can think of is can we lock him out of the bedroom so we can sleep or would we be courting disaster?
Obviously it would be the later, so we decided that we would leave the crates open so Bernoulli could find a warmer place to lay until he dried off. But if he's out of his crate, then Murray has to be, too, so all 4 dogs spent most of the night in beds that weren't theirs. Bernoulli took over Murray's crate, Murray took over Max's pillow, Max got the floor and Cooper, well, he guarded his blanket.
Did you notice I said 'most' of the night? What about the rest of the night? Well, I'm so glad you asked, because the story isn't complete without Murray making an appearance. Remember he's on Max's pillow...well, apparently that pillow wasn't dead, yet, because Murray had to kill it and rip out its insides. I woke up at 4 o'clock with stuffing all over the room. At that point everyone got herded back to the crates (Bernoulli, of course, was in his already...he just can't sleep any place but his own bed for very long.)
Chad had the mess mostly cleaned up by the time I got up this morning. Fortunately, most of the stuffing is back in the pillow and I can sew it up for Max so he can have his bed back. Murray is doomed now to spend the rest of his life sleeping in his crate, which I told him while he licked my hand and ignored me.
Last night Chad decided to let him under the house to run the cats out of there. (They aren't OUR cats...WE didn't fail to fix and/or neuter our pets.) So he grabbed a leash and led Bernoulli out to the side of the house where the skirting is missing and turned him loose.
Of course, there are other places where the skirting is loose enough that the cats are using them as alternate doors, so, of course, Bernoulli chased one out and spent the next couple of hours, we thought, chasing cats.
Apparently, though, he found some fish. Dead, rancid fish. And rolled in it.
So he comes in, all proud of himself and feeling cocky at almost 11 o'clock, which is our bedtime and not only is he filthy but he REEKS. So it's into the tub for him. We both got in with him...I washed his front half and Chad washed his back and hind quarters. By the time we were done he was so tired from his spectacular adventure that he was laying down in the water - a first as he doesn't like baths.
Then we got him out and dried him off a bit and let him out of the bathroom. At that point, of course, he was all riled up and running around trying to get the other dogs to play with him and all we can think of is can we lock him out of the bedroom so we can sleep or would we be courting disaster?
Obviously it would be the later, so we decided that we would leave the crates open so Bernoulli could find a warmer place to lay until he dried off. But if he's out of his crate, then Murray has to be, too, so all 4 dogs spent most of the night in beds that weren't theirs. Bernoulli took over Murray's crate, Murray took over Max's pillow, Max got the floor and Cooper, well, he guarded his blanket.
Did you notice I said 'most' of the night? What about the rest of the night? Well, I'm so glad you asked, because the story isn't complete without Murray making an appearance. Remember he's on Max's pillow...well, apparently that pillow wasn't dead, yet, because Murray had to kill it and rip out its insides. I woke up at 4 o'clock with stuffing all over the room. At that point everyone got herded back to the crates (Bernoulli, of course, was in his already...he just can't sleep any place but his own bed for very long.)
Chad had the mess mostly cleaned up by the time I got up this morning. Fortunately, most of the stuffing is back in the pillow and I can sew it up for Max so he can have his bed back. Murray is doomed now to spend the rest of his life sleeping in his crate, which I told him while he licked my hand and ignored me.
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