Sunday Morning Update

Editor-in-lap Ella Fitzgerald

It's 4:30a and the Howlers From Hell Trio have been blasting out strident protests in three-part harmony nearly all night long. The muffled crash followed by a dull thud got me on my feet, pulling on clothes.

Sleeping arrangements here at Puppy Pre-K Prep never were meant for a sleep-over camp, y'all. Somebody didn't think this thing through before Somebody said, "Sure! We'll take 'em!"

We gave them there own room with a queen bed to play on and a containment pen on loan from Emily's Legacy Rescue. Somebody forgot that puppies poop everywhere and on everything. Somebody at 4:30 on a Sunday morning got up to check on his dogs and walked into a shit storm!

It could have been worse. The carpet isn't a total loss.

We'll be returning the containment pen to ELR. Ella learned to climb out the first night, and by the morning of the third day she had taught Frank how. Ella apparently gave bigger brother Frankie a dose of her loose stool. These two team-tagged the room, queen bed and all, while Louie the Runt supposedly watched from inside the pen.

Thank God and Jan Herzog we have canned pumpkin puree--NOT canned pie filling--on hand for the di-ree. Park in the middle of the dining room floor to spoon feed 'em. The pre-dawn house is quiet...save for the soft slurps...for the first time in hours.