It’s the end of a long Friday. I have bussed home in the oppressive humidity after missing my transfer on one of those days that you know that anything bad that happened only happened because somewhere, someone is wishing bad things upon you. You know those days?

All I can think, even when I’m just a block away from home is “I just want to be home!! And not be going to two florist meetings after I get home!!”. I am envisioning tea, a bath in my claw tub, and someone other than me making dinner. I open the door….to be bit and jumped on by puppies.

“That’s funny,” I think to myself as I ignore them and turn off the alarm, “my puppies live in a pen. And shouldn’t be biting me. AND SHOULDN’T BE BITING ME!”. The only thing left to do? Survey the damage while the puppies dance in all their glory, reveling in my defeat….

The first signs things had gone terribly wrong...

This was the first sign things had gone terribly wrong...

Free Range Of The House had made them drunk with power, and they obviously lost their sweet puppy minds. Mistaking our shoes for…the bodies of helpless animals…during the day they grabbed anything pertaining to feet that they could and piled them under our dining room table, now a make shift den.

The disgrace...

Further disobedience...

Apparently wild beasts don’t ‘hold it’ when they have to pee, and they don’t hold back with the teeth either. That’s puppies 1 – Ikea 0 for those of you keeping score. But walk a little further into the house and the plan is revealed…

The plan is revealed!!

AH - FRIGGEN - HA!!

THIS IS HOW THE BEASTS GOT LOOSE!

#1 – After disemboweling a polar bear and Mickey Mouse’s hand, our tiny, cute, delicate puppies blew a drywall anchor clear out of the wall, leaving the clip dangling and enough room for a wiggly puppy to squeeze out

#2 – BEING EVIL, the puppies found out that DVD’s move! They move back into the bookcase when you pushes them with your heads and claws!! So a puppy body shaped indent was pushed into the DVD’s as they started on their afternoon abroad, peeing all over and chewing things willy-nilly.

#3 – They found Master and Commander as they were wiggling out, and something about the image of the ships appealed to them. Being boating guard dogs the Schipperke’s couldn’t resist watching Russel Crowe pace about his boat so they set it aside for later so they could fantasize about guarding Russel Crowe’s boat while eating our chairs.

Shes making it up!!

She's making it up!! We're too cute for any of that! We sit and stay!! AND STAY - we swear!!

Please don’t be fooled…

These puppies are professionals.

These puppies are professionals.