The Audie Murphy Club

I've often thought I was the President of the Audie Murphy Club (you might Google Audie Murphy. You'll find he was a genuine nice guy and a war hero. There is a book written about him entitled "To Hell And Back", hence my tenure as President of his Club.) With all the happenings I've endured in my life I qualify at least to be a senior member. And now I venture toward the edge of insanity. My daughter is studying for the bar exam, needing peace and quiet, so I'm trying to keep the grandkids occupied at my house. Now with this package of kids, luggage and toys comes two adorable puppies, 9 month old Hammer and 3-5 month old Brownie. These, added to my 3 dogs makes for a lot of mouths, feet and tails. Since Brownie is new to the family there is some behavioral adjustment from my dogs. There is a healthy amount of jealousy in the mix so there's lots of tiptoeing going on especially at feeding time and at the treat table.

The puppies, being puppies, chew on everything, and me being a numbed out member of the Audie Murphy Club, failed to monitor this activity. That's how I lost my newest pair of Earth sandals, my most favoritist pair of shoes ever and in my favorite color too (laying it on thick because I figure my daughter will read this). Caught the little culprit brown pawed (as opposed to red handed you see). No doubt about who did the damage. It was Brownie . I growled a stern NO, Puppy! and he looks up from his chewing and wags his tail, pride radiating from his eyes. You can tell he's thinking to himself, 'good job. Now you can mount it somewhere so we can admire my handiwork together'.

Ever vigilant, I'm keeping my eyes on all the dogs. I've collected all my shoes and hid them in the closet. I think they'll be fine as long as the dogs don't figure out how to open the closet door.