Our two-dog household is doing well, although there have been some stages at which I have been made upset.

The first was the poo incident. Tucker has never poo’d in the house before, and basically has to be walked for an hour before he feels like taking a poo outside. Leinie on the other hand just can’t hold it when he’s gotta go. In his defense, he came from the shelter eating some crappy dog food (Science Diet is only scientifically designed to turn dog feces into puddles smelling of a skunk that died). The other morning we let him out of the crate and he promptly shat on the floor. Tucker looked at it and went, “awesome, we get to poop in here now?!” and added his to the floor.

OK, our fault, didn’t let the dogs out right away. Or the night before. And we fed them chili tacos.

Leinie just wants to be a lapdog, and his own special version of a lapdog. Petting him is fine, he’s ok with that, but what he really wants is to sit on your lap. Not lay down, not get cuddly. He just wants to sit there. And stare at things.

Tucker looks at him on some one’s lap and thinks to himself, “my, that lap looks comfy. I bet I could fit up there as well.” Tucker is often wrong in this assessment. He cannot fit up there, but that doesn’t prevent him from trying.

So far two toys have been torn apart in dog tug-o-war, and believe me when I say this is a good thing. Tucker would look at toys and not really know what to do with them, but apparently watching Leinie tear and tug and roll around with a stuffed bunny made him want to destroy things now too.

No, we will not be getting a third dog. This is enough.

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