My poor dog is living it up Harry Potter style in the cupboard under the stairs. Dimly lit with a string of lights, it lets the rest of my home down. It's where my paint, DIY rubbish, X-mas tree and decorations, yoga equipment, vacuum, mop bucket and carpet cleaner live. Things have been moved to the shed outside and to my in-laws garage for the time being. This causes me great stress.
The door is left open and a baby gate keeps the dogs in (although Honey will jump the gate for the right visitor) and keep the children out. Basically, its a mess and anyone who knows me knows how I am about my house and the way it looks.
Duct tape holds the flooring remnants to the wall half a foot up on each side for ease of cleaning and its chewed and worn from the last batch of puppies and really needed replacing before Honey had this lot.
The daily routine right now is pretty easy. I change the bedding and mop once a day to keep it smelling fresh (ish). I occasionally rescue a wandering puppy but otherwise just make sure Honey gets lots of water, food and love.
The boys stroke and love the puppies whenever possible and today is the first day that Honey doesn't seem bothered when they do. They gain weight hourly and have visibly grown from the start of the day to the end, the largest being the black male.
I'm trying to enjoy these puppies right now before they figure out how to destroy my will to live, which they will. I just keep reminding myself that they are paying for the work on our garden....
