Dogs, dogs dogs

It's definitely a dogs world.  I have three of the little monsters.  Only one was originally mine, the other two came from my children.  Go figure.  My son's dog came to live with us from Arizona about 4 years ago or so.  He's trying my patience a lot.  Last night he went out to do his business and was gone longer than usual.  So I went out screaming for him and of course he was ignoring me.  That can't be good, and it wasn't.  He found a really good muddy hole in the yard and was having the time of his life digging to China.  He was covered from head to muddy toes.  I think the neighbors slipped him some green beer or something.  I tried to wipe him down but he thought I was playing a game, and proceeded to race around the house a full speed.  With a big smile on his face too I might add.  Then he slept on my bedroom floor, on which I fave a light whitish grey carpet.  Now it's brown.  Then I guess in the middle of the night he snuck up on my white comforter, it is in the wash now.  The white tile in the kitchen was smeared with mud this morning when I got up.  And you ask, what is with all the white stuff in the house?  Well before dogs (or at least Puchu, the bad dog) there wasn't a lot of dirt in the house.  He reminds me of pigpen on Charlie Brown.
I get to see my Grandson twice this week, that's so exciting.  He is so sweet, and smiling all the time.  I think babies are the cats ass.  Oops did I say that? 
Well this Gramma is tired, already made chili and corn bread for dinner.  And that was after I rearranged my kitchen cabinets and the horrible pantry.  I tend to be a little unorganized.  Now I can see everything, just having a hard time remembering that I moved stuff around.  It should only take me a few weeks to get used to the changes.