Piper Simona Vaughn

I jumped out of bed in a bit of a panic as I realized I accidentally overslept. During the warm weather months when I accidentally sleep too long it means I'm speeding around the house as if someone hit the fast-forward button. I'm trying to get pet chores done, pets fed, and two of the three pets out the door before the sun rises too high and doesn't give us enough shady areas to walk thru on the long morning route.

Now when the fast-forward button needs to be hit, so to speak, I never ever worry about Simon not being able to keep up. The "kid" was born ready. Born ready for anything! Piper is more like Simon than Cody in that area as well. She can adjust, she knows how to hustle. Then there's Cody! What to say about Cody? Oh dear! Oh how I love my Cody-man! However, I do not want to begin to estimate how many minutes of my life I have wasted away waiting for Cody to move a muscle. He was born in slow motion. There I was this morning hustling around to get things done. Simon finished eating rapidly as always. Piper was done. Cody was?....you guessed it....not done! We needed to get going. He seemed to realize the world(our household) was waiting on him. As he looked up after each nibble, he soon stopped. Perhaps he felt the pressure of 6 eyes staring at him? I grabbed Cody's bowl of food which was only half eaten, then set it up on the counter. There's been other mornings Cody has eaten only half of his breakfast too, he eats the other half after we get back in from walking. No biggie. Leashes were soon clipped on and out the door we raced.

It was mere minutes after getting home from the walk before I was saying bye to Brad as he walked out the door to head to work. Once he left I went into our bedroom to make the bed for the day and grab my workout shoes to go workout in. While in our bedroom, I remembered Cody needed to be given the rest of his bowl of food. Upon returning to the living room, I glanced at Simon. He appeared guilty. Between his two front paws laid a rawhide. I instantly asked him, "where did you get that?" As he was tilting his head to the right his expression began to read, "Rawhide? What rawhide?". Meanwhile, I'm thinking to myself, 'I left that rawhide on the counter in the kitchen last night. How did he get up there?' Next I walked into the kitchen, quickly noticed an empty bowl of food. Cody's bowl of food I was about to give him again had been cleaned out. Alright, what is going on here? Cody's food bowl is empty and Simon has a rawhide that I did not get for him. Light bulb moment!!!! PIPER! There she sat near Simon. Eyes fully focused on her youngest brother, she wasn't about to look in my direction. That is until I started interrogating the youngest of the trio. No jury needed, she was clearly guilty! Guilty on all counts. She accumulated quite the rap sheet in a very short amount of time this morning. Simon looked guilty because he knew he got something as a result of her crime spree. She had snatched his rawhide for him after cleaning out Cody's bowl of food. What a sneak!

Just call her Piper Simona Vaughn! Congratulations Simon, you have created a monster! Your little sister is becoming more and more like you as the days and weeks progress! Look out world we've got two Simmie's. Simon and Simona!

Here's the worst part about having more than one pet. Although for the record I'd never have it any other way, a trio is perfect for us! And that previous line is stated with HEAVY emphasis! But I'm simply saying when you increase the numbers the more likely they are to work in tandem. How many times have two of our three been up to no good at the same time? Too many to count. How many times does one pet begin the dirty work while another quickly joins in to finish up? Too many to count. How many times have I arrived to pick up the boys from doggie day camp on Fridays and they are both sitting in time-out after they decided to tag-team a dachshund? Too many to count! Believe me, that one is truly too many to count. No clue what their issue is with dachshunds. They have a cousin that's a dachshund and they accept her just fine. My oh my, isn't it fun having fur-babies! Yes! Yes, it is! Wouldn't trade it for anything!:)