Recently, Grimm's mom griped about the family's inability to squeeze another puppy into their little house. That was dumb. Puppies are too much work. Grimm's mom is pretty over them. This new opinion developed over what is now being called the Weekend of Mud and Fur.
Over the rainy, stormy weekend, Grimm hosted TWO puppy guests - one planned and one quite unexpected. Hill had been there all week, and Grimm was already beginning to tire of his enthusiasm, when Grimm's mom agreed to also take Finley back for two nights. Grimm was baffled. Hadn't he just left? It was easy for Grimm and his mom to imagine a cozy, rainy weekend, during which all three pups would schnuggle up on the couch, and everyone would watch Netflix together. <3
Such imaginings were foolish and naive. What happens when you add three under-exercised, newly-befriended dogs to a gravelly courtyard that has gathered a few days' worth of rain? Two words: Mud. Wrestling. Even after Grimm's mom figured out to let them outside individually, the muddy paw prints were difficult to control. When that was compounded with three dogs' worth of hair and occasional accidents from the smallest one, the house began to look as though the storm had just welcomed itself inside.
With the storm raging, no one got walked, and everyone cried about it. Since a certain Australian Shepherd wasn't sharing toys well, all of those were taken away too. The fur-kids were bored and cranky. Grimm's mom tried to stay positive and remember that they still had power, at least, but she was rapidly becoming the crankiest of all. When Grimm decided he needed to go outside at 2am, of course they all had to go out (individually, to top it off). Wide awake, 20 minutes later, Grimm's mom tried to lull her tired mind back to sleep. Instead she ended up swearing off puppies for the foreseeable future (or at least until the cuteness-difficulty balance is restored).