Mark's Brain

At least that is how it has seemed in my house the past few months. Ever since I agreed to allow my eldest daughter to have her own dog, which makes two in our home, my life and my house have been increasingly chaotic, disheveled and just plain stressful.

My dog, Bandit, is a good natured, well behaved pal. My daughter's dog, Kweenie, is a LARGE puppy that have destroyed an $800 rug, a $300 chair, and yesterday began eating her way through our hardwood floor! When I arrived home and saw what she had done to the floor I lost it.

I love my daughter and, although I would prefer to get rid of her dog and go back to the way things were before with just my one dog in the house, I want to make it work for her. So last night I reconfigured our garage, creating a kennel area large enough for our two dogs to stay and play when we are at work and school. I don't think that they can do too much damage in the new setup but I could be wrong. They are their now. I will have to wait until I get home from work tonight to find out if it worked or if they chewed their way to freedom. Either way, I can't wait to reclaim my castle.