Darn Dogs!

I can't tell you how many times I've asked the dogs to pick up their poop. Stubborn headed creatures, these. They just sit there and look at me like they have no idea what I'm talking about when I know darn well they do. Muñeca, probably the smartest of the three, barks at me. She gets that look on her face like, "don't tell me what to do" and then proceeds to bark at me like some teenagers do when they talk back to their parents. What's more, she stamps her two front feet at me. Can you believe that!Penny, five going on 2, always has a "dahhh.... what?" look on her face. I don't really think she can help it. She's just plain dumb. Somewhere along the line she lost any sense of intelligence. She's the one that runs after the dog whose running after the ball. Then because she's big enough and strong enough, takes the ball out of the other's mouth and drops it in front of me so she can play chase the dog again. Poor Penny, I think she may have been dropped on her head as a pup.
Payton. Hmmm, what can I saw about Payton except that I threaten to lock her up daily. She's our yapper. Suffering from "Little Dog Syndrome". She barks for EVERYTHING! She truly gets on my nerves. I try to talk sense into her but I'm not sure it's possible. Maybe she's just too little to have a functional brain...then again, it may be she knows exactly what I'm saying and plays dumb to escape the task.

All I know is, I'm tired of picking up poop. No one picks up mine.