My house is no longer the serenely lovely home by the sea.  It is a maze of puppy cages, toys, and protective barriers.  The cat now has to eat behind the barrier in my living room and my home has the essence of Lavender, as puppies apparently do not chew where you spray Lavender.  Or I only hope it has a Lavender scent and not something else.

The puppy, known as Coco, loves to tug and pull on the corners of my living room chairs and thinks my grand piano legs need resculpting.  So here we have a very short (17 feet) barrier, which gives the cat a safe place to leave cat hair.

As you enter our once rather, kind of elegant front door, you are now greeted by the small dog kennel, where Coco goes when your patience has neared an end.  This happens more when there is more than one person in the house, as she gets too excited.  The kennel is filled with at least $100 worth of toys and chews, and a water bowl.

Venturing out onto our once scenic back deck is another “station” for puppy break time.  Sometimes she loves to sit here and count the birds and other times she howls till you shamefully let her back in so she can annoy you.

Moving on in the yard is the “Poop Training” kennel, where you run down the stairs and out to the yard every time she sits by the back door.  But she doesn’t always give you the warning gesture and we should now own stock in paper towels and toilet paper.  Luckily now she only has access to wood and stone floors.  Before we put up the seventeen-foot barrier, our living room area rug was her favorite depository. I never did love that rug, so hoping it might see it’s demise and have to be replaced.  Ha Ha

In my what used to be organized in my laundry is the sleeping crate, where she does finally sleep through the night and finally “makes” it through the night.  There is another one of these crates in the back of my Mercedes for travel.  As I attempted to put the divider up between the back and the seats, where she stayed happily and peed.  Luckily the area was already protected with a rubber mat, so cleaning was relatively easy, but I did have to leave all the windows open to air out the smell.

Like the kennel in the back yard, there is a matching one that is a bit taller for the garage, for if and when we dare to have company.

 

Then, there is that moment, and it only takes a moment when you are trying to work in your office and the knawing you here is not that yummy stick that you bought hundreds of, but the even yummier molding that just might have to be repaired.

Better yet is the collection of spray bottles and etc, that are now on the counter in the Laundry Room. Must be prepared in the event of another happy chewing event!  There is additionally the spray bottles throughout the house to stop Coco from chasing you and growling and attempting to rip your pants off your body at you try to walk through your formerly peaceful house.

And don’t forget the dog bed that is more of a toy than a bed, as it mysteriously moves throughout the house.  It started out under my desk after I moved the printer, so she would not eat yet another set of cords.

And the look that says “You Love Me” and I am worth it.