Visitor preparation….

Howdy blogaroos! Squirmy here to update you on the chaos that is our home.

So somebody arrives today. The Warden decided that there is absolutely no point in vacuuming until just before she heads out to pick up the mystery guest. Let’s face it – with three dogs it is a losing battle. Fuzz and bits of nature ( leaves, dirt, and the odd slug) win.

On Sunday she washed all the floors – including the semi-annual grout scrubbing with what looks like a toothbrush – all while we were sequestered on the deck shouting out instructions and leaving olfactory art on the window ; she cleaned the bedroom and bathroom where the guest will be staying; she weed whacked until both batteries wore out on the weed whacker; she did laundry; and she mowed – while the Coyote kept playing chicken with the lawn mower. At 9PM she said she was ready for bed. She has no stamina.

Yesterday, she went to get groceries and when she came home – we all exhibited what Viktor called “curiocery” – a strong desire to know what is in the grocery bags that our human has just brought home. She lugged the bags from the car into the hallway, and quickly brought them in and put them on the counter. Except for ONE item…

She busied herself with putting away the food that needed to be refrigerated, while yours truly inspected exactly what she bought. That bread looked tasty – and we DO love yogurt. As I was doing inventory, the Coyote was lounging and paying absolutely no attention to the goings on. But after emptying one bag, the Warden noted that the Boss was nowhere in sight. She called with no response. Except she heard a strange chewing noise. She ran from the kitchen and into the hallway, where she found the Boss with his head in a bag of potatoes. He had ripped open the bag, and was having a feast on the raw starchy orbs. “Hey” she yelled. He looked up with potato bits hanging off his face. “That’s not for you”she shouted. He just burped.

From now on I’m calling him MPH. That’s Mister Potato Head. Seriously- I love food – but RAW potatoes? He’s got a problem.

We were all groomed last night, so I’m thinking the Queen must be arriving. Who else could it be? All this prep is a bit much. Mind you – we haven’t had company in months – so the place did need some freshening. Whoever it is, I hope their diet doesn’t consist of purely potatoes. Because we’ll need to get some more.

Tune in Thursday to see who the victim, I mean visitor is!

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.