Mud Slinging

Well, Christmas has come and gone and I have to admit, it was kind of fun watching the little ones enjoy their first Christmas. Like micro-humans, they preferred to play with the ribbons, bows, and boxes rather than the surprise inside. It's kind of funny to call them the "little ones" since they both now outweigh me. I guess the "young ones" is a better description. We had a lot of company over the holidays and, again I have to admit, they were pretty well behaved. Blondie and Brown Eyes have put a lot of time into training them. They still have a long way to go and they still annoy the heck out of me, especially if I am trying to nap and they want to play with me. Re-Raise, or Mr. Re as the humans call him or Banana Brains as I call him is the worse. He barks too much and when he isn't barking he is making grunting and guttural mumbling sounds like he is trying to talk human language. He even does this mumble-talk in his sleep. I hear Blondie and Brown Eyes talk about his barking. They say that they have to walk a fine line. They want him to bark and act as an alarm if an unwanted human is approaching the house, but they don't want him to bark his head off when the wind blows. I'm glad I don't have human dilemmas.
He may be the boy, but White Beans (Raise) is definitely a tom-boy. She is addicted to digging while he just stands back and watches. I'd like to think that he is smart enough to know that digging results in, at the very least, a half bath and that she is going to have to go through that wet routine every time she comes in mud-covered, but he isn't that smart. She looks so dainty and girlie ... until she takes a notion to dig.
I guess my New Year's resolution should be to try and be a little more patient with the two heathens. It appears they are here to stay so I may as well make the best of it.