the email explaining my insanity

I don't know if I mentioned the new and third dog that I now have in my apartment....I am watching a coworkers' dog for the week while he and his family are gone on vacation. I'd offered to do so before I got Timmy, the one-eyed wonder. So I should have told them that I shouldn't keep their dog now because I already had an extra. But...I felt bad and thought to myself, I love dogs and the dog is little, how hard can it be? Of course, I quickly learned that if I thought two was a handful, three's a boatload. And here's where I diagnosed my self-proclaimed insanity. Last night was quite the event, Nora and Timmy now get along fine. They play with each other and when Timmy is tired of playing, which doesn't happen often, he growls at Nora and she backs down. They'd got their thing figured out and he's a little bit bigger than her so it's ok. Now, the introduction of Sophie, the 4 month old (or so) cockapoo. Sophie is quite hyper and bigger than both Timmy and Nora. Not too much taller than Timmy but big enough that Nora's not a fan. But Sophie hasn't really caught on to that yet. The one good thing so far is that Nora has started to stand up for herself. Timmy and her just kind of came to an agreement to not really fight each other for anything... one of them just gives in. But Sophie decided that she wanted to play and Nora wanted to be no part of that. So she made the scariest face that I've ever seen on Nora.... nose all scrunched up, teeth bared, paws out and ready to fight. She looked mean. It was like the sweet, cute Nora was replaced. Sophie finally leaves her alone but just for a bit. I have to say, Sophie doesn't seem to be the brightest dog. She must be more cocker spaniel than poodle. Poor thing. Maybe it's just that I'm spoiled by Nora. We have conversations. She tells me if my shoes don't go with my outfit. She's my girl. She's just a smart little pup. And then there's Timmy who's ready to defend me at any second. He's a loyal dog. I can tell already. Even if he only has one eye. And he's smart. He listens even if he doesn't understand.

Then there's Sophie. She's only partially house trained.. i.e. she's pooped in the house twice already... I got her last night. Can a small dog really have that much poop? Did she know that she was going to someone else's house and just save it up? Goodness. AND she's not the smartest dog in the bunch.... maybe she lacked oxygen when she was first born.... pulled a Barbara and stopped breathing, maybe lost some brain cells then. Not to say that Barbara lost brain cells... But yeah, so I put this dog in her kennel when I leave this morning. I put her in my bedroom and the other two were loose in the dinning room/kitchen/bathroom area. They tend to be good about not messing in the house. So when I get home for lunch I take Nora and Timmy out and they do their business. I get back inside and the cockapoo has pooped all in her crate. It was a decent amount of poop too. I was mind-boggled and decently disgusted cause it smelled like poop and it was smeared and spread everywhere. I took her outside and she peed. I cleaned up her crate but I'm sure she's got poop on her.... probably all rubbed in. Nasty. So, I'm going to have to bathe her tonight. It's pure insanity right now.

I just thought I'd share. It might be amusing to print this off and share it with the family. Then you'll all know about my pain. Oh, and lack of sleep. I forgot to mention that when I wanted to go to bed last night, no one else did... so I didn't sleep long or well. It's only a week.... but a week is such a long time for no sleep..... ugh.