Clio is on a tear all over the house. This, after a mile and a half walk all over campus, and some playing in the yard. She’s not settled down at all this morning. She’s also pooped in the house (this after pooping outside three times), and torn a hole in my favorite new pants. She’s still charming everyone she meets, though, including me. So I guess it’s OK.
The biggest problem right now is how the house is an absolute zoo. I hadn’t done dishes or picked up anything that was in a place she wasn’t going to grab and chew on. Basically this means I’ve pulled up the carpets and grabbed stuff off the floor — but everything else is a mess. Self-organization and clean-up with puppies around is a whole new ball-game. So… it’s the ball game I’m playing.
Update: Clio has now seized every towel in the house within reach, and dragged them into a nest in the middle of the living room floor. Bath mat included. This has taken her exactly forty-seven seconds. At least now I’m a hoopy frood… I know where my towels are.
