Chris' parents are pretty easy to get along with, in general. They are great to our dogs and are awesome for allowing us to stay here. Normally, our little foursome is decently well behaved and thus make the cohabitation a pretty smooth happening.
Well yesterday wasn't such a great day for my little family. There was even a "your days are limited here" from Big Vic...pretty sure he was joking, I think.
It all started Thursday night.
Vic, Sher, Chris, and I decide to head to the casino in Battle Creek. Before we leave, we have to situate the cars. As the garage door is closing I pull my car up the driveway and I heard what sounded like Vic screaming, "STOP, STOP". It was Vic screaming, "STOP, STOP". As I am looking around to try and figure out why Vic is screaming I hit the garage door and we both come to a halting stop. I un-hook my car and start to reverse. Vic gets out of the caddy and shoots me a look of disappointment/WHY THE HELL DID YOU JUST HIT MY GARAGE DOOR? I get out, immediately apologize, and pound my Nissan emblem back into the grill. The door is mostly fine, it doesn't look like a car hit it, it just doesn't look completely right. So that was Thursday.
Then there was Friday.
Mid-day Vic is out running errands, Chris and I head out for maybe an hour, and Sher is at work. We separate the dogs, little upstairs and big on main level. When Vic came home he "supposedly" walked in to a destroyed plastic bread bag in Tito's mouth.
Now normally I feel everyone is quick to blame my dogs. Like, sure, why not "blame the big dog" and yes, he might have a history of behaving this way and may have done this exact same thing in the past but I guess when the dogs are separated and T still has the evidence in his mouth, it's hard to think otherwise. That was incident numero uno.
Somehow his collar got caught, he jerked away, and out came flying the bottom dishwasher tray. Silverware flying, a glass broke, and poor T couldn't get outta there quick enough. The tray landed under the table, a good 5 ft. away. Poor T felt bad as grandpa came storming up yelling "What happened?". This is when we were told our days were limited.
Well yesterday wasn't such a great day for my little family. There was even a "your days are limited here" from Big Vic...pretty sure he was joking, I think.
It all started Thursday night.
Vic, Sher, Chris, and I decide to head to the casino in Battle Creek. Before we leave, we have to situate the cars. As the garage door is closing I pull my car up the driveway and I heard what sounded like Vic screaming, "STOP, STOP". It was Vic screaming, "STOP, STOP". As I am looking around to try and figure out why Vic is screaming I hit the garage door and we both come to a halting stop. I un-hook my car and start to reverse. Vic gets out of the caddy and shoots me a look of disappointment/WHY THE HELL DID YOU JUST HIT MY GARAGE DOOR? I get out, immediately apologize, and pound my Nissan emblem back into the grill. The door is mostly fine, it doesn't look like a car hit it, it just doesn't look completely right. So that was Thursday.
Then there was Friday.
Mid-day Vic is out running errands, Chris and I head out for maybe an hour, and Sher is at work. We separate the dogs, little upstairs and big on main level. When Vic came home he "supposedly" walked in to a destroyed plastic bread bag in Tito's mouth.
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| Pre-Tito |
Numero Dos.
Sometimes when loading the dishwasher, Tito likes to help.
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| Isn't he cute? |
On a happy note we meet with our builder Monday afternoon to hopefully get this ball rolling. Chris has driven by the lot while on duty and the for sale sign has been taken down and utility flags are up. At this point I will take any kind of progress I can get.
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