Almost there

Okay, one more day 'til the long weekend -- I can do this. 

I want to clear out my closet and rearrange our bedroom this weekend.  I've been wanting to do that for a long time, hoping Mark and Jerry would help move the TV armoir upstairs to one of the guest rooms.  But so far it hasn't happened.  So . . . I'm just going to shove it out into the entry area and it can sit out there until someone (ahem) gets around to putting it somewhere else.

I am one of those spoiled people who love to prop up on a half dozen pillows with a cup of hot tea and a magazine and watch TV from bed, especially in the winter.  So I want to get a nice large flatscreen that I can put up on the wall opposite the bed instead of that old TV in the armoir that I really couldn't see all that well.  I wish I had a fireplace in the bedroom, but I'll settle for a nice big TV.  Now if I could just figure out how to keep Joey from eating everything in there . . .

Today is one of the four days a month that Joey stays home by himself while I am at work and Mark is offshore and it's not looking good.  I thought I'd leave him out on the porch so he would have access to the dog yard.  He had been chewing on the spread on the bed out there, so I stuck a couple extra dog beds on top of the bed so he couldn't get up there anymore.  I thought the place was now relatively Joey-proof.  But before I even left for work this morning he had already eaten a corner off of one of the window sills!  So . . . back inside to the bedroom he went.   I left him in there with two big rawhide chews.  He's ALREADY eaten the rim of the dog bed, the window frame, the window seat cusion, the wall of the window seat, and the bed platform in there, as well as scratched up the door frame into the livingroom so  how much worse can it be?  Wait -- I didn't say that.  I KNOW it could be a lot worse -- I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that it won't be.   I know I could leave him in his crate, but I really hate to do that for that long a period of time.  Even putting him in his crate over night REALLY makes him wild by the time I let him out.  So I just keep reminding myself that dogs grow up quickly and that before I know it the little guy will be old.  Patience.  Patience. Patience.