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Another reason I’m steamed at y’all...not a single one of you tried to talk me out of getting this puppy.

She’s really not all that bad but she’ll stop at nothing for food.

First she managed to talk Jackie, my 4.5 yr old rescue dog, into getting into the trash can. Blanca-that’s the pup, can not reach it and before Blanca Jackie did not bother the trash.

Cleaned that up.

Somehow that puppy figured out how to climb up on a kitchen stool and now any food on the counter is fair game.

Of course I moved the stool and the trash can is now on top of the refrigerator.

Blanca got my lunch tray stored on the counter but alas, no food. She knows that sometimes there is food on that thing and she is really on her last legs...only minutes to live.

Yesterday I come home and she has a box of clementines all the hell over the house. Well it was on the counter, could be food, neither dog could figure out how to open a clementine...also known as Halos.

Today I come home and I had my hoody flung over the kitchen chair. Sometimes I store biscuits in the pockets of my hoody. The contents of my hoody pockets, now unrecognizable, were shredded all over the living room.

Don’t forget the not one but TWO boxes of dog biscuits, treats I give them during the morning exercise routine and stored (formerly) in a bag placed under a kitchen counter that Blanca could access.

Moved exercise bag up real high but left choir bag under same kitchen storage space.

Came home and the prayer book was in ten thousand shredded bits of paper all over the floor. The prayer book-missile- was covered with a plastic cover that resembled, as I ponder, the cover to the dog biscuit container so they kept shredding, figuring sooner or later they’d get to the dog biscuits.

Oh, before putting the exercise bag up high, now hanging from ceiling, I replaced with another bag that zipperd up, figuring they never figure out the zipper.

Two sets of dog teeth tore that new cloth exercise bag all to hell and again they ate an entire container of dog biscuits.

Now choir bag and morning exercise bag hang from the ceiling, all stools are far away from the kitchen counter and the trash, as I said, is on the refrigerator.

Blanca feels there is not enough food in the world and she’s liable not to make to the next day.

And Jackie the rescue dog? That was once such a good dog?

Well she tells Blanca to behave but then joins in the fun.