Topsy Turvy

Aha... mornings.

Most mornings are normal but some greet you with unwelcome surprises.

Expensive sandals left outside get 'chewed' up. All thanks to the careless owner. You can guess who's the one but the sandals do not belong to me.

Patches of grass get dug up.

Was it you, Piper?

Or was it you, Adam?

You look at me sheepishly. It must be you, gang leader! I drive fortnightly to the supermarket to get you food. Poor Allie cleans your 'poop' every morning and evening. She shampoos both of you diligently but you still remain defiant...you diggers! Oh... we are at our wits' end. Some dog lovers once told us when they start to dig it's because they lack attention. The master has not been spending enough play hours with them.

So consequently, the very upset master poured his morning coffee into a sauce dish instead of his cup! The master has a problem...he has to devise ways to undo the naughty acts of the dogs again.

If I have a choice, I will...sigh.

Fortunately around the house there are still others which can make your day...like these tiny tots.

The rainbow-coloured species give me joy as they add colour and peace to the home. We don't have to clean anything except to feed them.

They warm up to you as you place your fingers near them; thinking it's their feed. They are not shy and they do not shun you. What a lovely change from ....

You ! Adam! Stop digging.

Of dogs and discipline...and TLCs.