"Doggy Blessings"

Whenever Steve finds dog poop in the house he often says, "Oh look, another doggy blessing!" Well, there is usually nothing remarkable about dog poop. Unless you have a dog who eats things other than his food. Milo eats his blanket. Milo also eats plastic flip-flops. They are a favorite of his. So the other day when Steve found another multi-colored poop in the house, he said: " Milo processes more plastic than a Mattel factory! He's a one-dog recycling factory!" Needless to say, all within earshot were bustin' a gut.

Recently, he has figured out how to move the baby gate out of the way so that he can get downstairs. He likes to chew up Meredith's ipod earphones, get into the trash, and poop downstairs. So today we found two big piles of poop downstairs. I guess we are going to have to rig up something better than the baby gate. The problem is, he can get under the gate when we install it how it is supposed to be installed on the rail. So we just lean the gate against the rail. Now he paws the gate until he can fit through the crack. Stupid dog!