Currently, we have three dogs, one stray momma cat that hasn't adopted us yet, but still comes to eat 6 times or more a day, and a small kitten.
The kitten we found a couple of weeks ago, and my husband gave it a long ass Hawaiian name that means "Heavenly Rebirth." Instead of calling it this long ass name, we call him Hana.
Now, Arlen, our rat terrier, thinks that Hana is his kitten. The kitten is still small enough that Arlen will even carry it around. He curls up with it at night to sleep, he "disciplines" it, and he protects that little thing with a fierceness that you wouldn't believe!
The other two dogs, Sonny and Cara, they think that Hana is another puppy. Everythign is a puppy to these two. The skunk that keeps spraying Sonny: still a puppy! And of course, if it's a puppy, it must be played with!
So generally all around, they all get along fairly well. A little too well.
I was up late last night playing. I hadn't had the chance to play for a while, and knew that this week would likely be busy so I took full advantage of that rare me time. Now whenever I stay up late working, it isn't a problem. The next day goes so nice and smooth. But if I stay up late playing, it is like the universe around me had decided that I need to be punished.
There I am dreaming my sweet happy dreams of my entire family being at the dinner table, and I keep hearing this crunch sound. I can also hear Arlen growling lowly in the background. The crunching continues and I associate the sound with the sound of dogs chewing up water bottles. As much as I'd simply love to sleep in, it seems my beautiful critters have decided it's up time.
I come out of the room cautiously. There's no telling which critter is going to pounce on me, when, how or why! I peer into the kitchen and there is Arlen, growling softly at the kitten that is on the counter, knocking stuff down for the other two dogs to get to. Arlen has discovered the great frustration that most parents wind up experiencing... not being able to go where the kid is! He's trying to get to Hana to make him stop, Hana is over there teasing the other two and knocking stuff over. Hana's getting a great kick out of how the other two nitwits will eat absolutely ANYTHING.
I watch the fun for a few more minutes as the dogs finish up what they're currently munching on, and go to Hana, wagging their tails, and encouring him to give more. Arlen thinks that the puppies are great rabid creatures about to attack his precious Hana and decides to get protective. Hana simply jumps onto Sonny's (the husky/shephard mix) back to go for a ride, and the next thing I know? I have Sonny as a raging bull, Hana is doing his greatest ride 'em cowboy impression, Cara is yelping because she wants to join in, Arlen is chasing them because he thinks Hana is in danger. And I'm just standing there wondering if I'm still in dreamland.
Finally, Cara happens to see me watching all of this from the hallway, and lets out one tiny yip. Hana jumps to the table and gives me this "what? what'd I do?" look. The three dogs just plop down right where they are at at wag their tails. With their heads still on the ground, they all three look up at me with this "aren't we so cute?" look.
I toss the two big dogs outside and sigh at the mess. Arlen looks at me as though to say "I tried to stop them!" And thus begins my day.
Later on today, we'll be holding the funeral services for 2 potholders, two loaves of bread, 1 plastic canister of parmeson cheese, a roll of paper towels, and my sanity.
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