Yet, they persist in doing things to irritate the crap out of me
The dogs strew toys everywhere. Their definition of “their toys” now include horse brushes, saddle pads, and my slippers.
Just when things seem calm and peaceful, someone twitches and a giant cat fight erupts for no apparent reason. They are cranky, attacking each other without provocation. Often I awake in the middle of the night to find my bed has become a battle-ground.
Trash cans are randomly tipped over and the contents strewn across the room.
Shedding and intense scratching episodes ensue leaving tumbleweeds of hair rolling across the newly vacuumed floors.
Spring can not come fast enough.