I got sh*t on again...no really!

I was so glad when March got here.

February, despite the fact that I finally started my first nursing job after 15 months with no income,was one of those months I don't know how I survived without commiting homicide.

I vividly remember one Saturday in February when I was banging my head against a wall while Mallory was simultaneously in the floor kicking, pounding her fists, and screaming. Chewy had diarrhea and was running around smearing it all over the walls in an attempt to scratch or clean his ass (who really knows with him). Porkchop was projectile vomiting all over the furniture. We never did get that smell off the recliner, and it's sitting in a landfill somewhere in case you're interested. This all seemed to fit within a theme for the month. Needless to say I was thrilled to see March's arrival. Until today.

Do mothers emit some kind of pheromones that beckon ridiculous shit to happen? When I'm at work, the dogs behave and Mallory is an angel. When it's just me at home, you name it and it will happen. I can't even comment on tonight without my blood pressure going into dangerous territory so I will just leave you with some photos that were the highlights of an extra crappy (pun intended) day. And by the way, if you're interested in two small dogs or a 16 month old both are available for purchase or rental.