Oh how I can relate to this post.......the things disappearing right out from under my nose.....it's not like I have any place for them to even hide in this house, as I don't even have my furniture moved in yet......there is NOTHING....& I mean NOTHING for anything to even hide is......but everything ends up missing when I know it's here. Right now, I have 2 missing things (luckily, I don't have a TV or the remote would definitely be missing). I can't find the stapler & the check book cover I know I saw the other week.....I can't figure out where it was that I saw it......the mind is going, & it isn't going slowly.

The worst part about missing things is that it's a terrible trigger for the trauma I went through with my Mother when she was dying of cancer.....something was always missing....my mothers wedding ring, my mothers checkbook, notes I took of what was going on.....you name it....it would end up missing & then, plunk....there it was when the home care person started looking for it......huge trigger, to I really loose it when I loose something. The other week, I have a calander, notebook where I had all my bills & everything in....ready to take care of my weekly have to's. I was in the car with my friend & remember looking at it to figure out an up coming date.....the next day when I was wanting to do the bills for the week, I couldn't find the dang thing anywhere.....nowhere. I knew I brought it into the house & it wasn't anywhere to be found.....remember, I have no furniture or any drawers to hide anything it either.....I called my friend, but couldn't get hold of her either......so my heart started pounding & I ended up getting so angry with myself for loosing it.....I remember seeing red & then throwing a tantrum.....luckily, I live alone with only my dogs to watch this going on (I am sure God had to be watching me & laughing at this point). I decided to take a drive to my friends house on Sunday afternoon.....sure enough, I hadn't picked it up when I got out of her car & there it was.

The car keys are also another issue along with sun glasses.......the car keys, I finally got a necklace type sort of thing to put over my neck & hang up on the garage door......so I haven't lost them since then. Sun glasses....another crazy story......I had just purchased a pair of prescription sun glasses....NOT CHEAP....on the way home, I was doing a few errands...it got late & dark......so sun glasses weren't even on my mind. Several days later, when I went to get them, I realized I didnt know where they were.....I searched the house, the car, even called the companies I went to, thinking they might have fallen out of the car....NO SUNGLASSES......6 months.....I couldn't find them....NOWHERE....NO HOW.....I had given up on them. I always give my doggies their annual booster shots myself.....I went to the refrig to get the shots out of the box....opening the flop top on the box.....there were my sun glasses......by that time, I had forgotten about them.....but there they were. Those sun glasses definitely have legs as that was not the last time they ended up misplaced.

As for the doggie messes.....oh my do I relate to that....not just one doggie mess, but 6 doggie messes. I have puppy pens for a couple....so the messes aren't so bad as I potty walk them as often as possible.....but it's the others without the puppy pens.....Leo.....he gets mad at me if I leave him behind the gate upstairs.......he gets so angry that even his poo smells horrible.....& he ends up pooing all over the floor (I have the puppy pads down, but he makes sure he misses them & hits the hard wood floor)......of course, because he is upset, it's the loose stuff.......all over....how one dog can hold so much poo inside is beyond me.....but he must save it up just for times like that. Of course, he also has another trick....I don't have the door knobs on several of the new wooden doors upstairs yet....but hold them closed with velcro strips....Leo has figured out that if he pushes just right, the velcro will let go & in the room he can go....of course, he has to live his little marks all over the room too....& he has his favoriet poo place.....when he does that, of course, it opens the door so Celia can go it also & of course, using the nice carpeting to poo on is much nicer than using the puppy pads.

Then there is Chinook. I have a gate across an area in the kitchen, so he has his own private room......but when the thunder hits......he wants MOMMY even if I'm not home. Over the gate & then on the hunt for me....of course, every room he goes into, he has to mark in several places....don't know if it's so he knows where he's been or what.....he's sort of blind, so noses his way around the house & then to the stairs where he just knows he will find me.

Of course, if I miss the timing on the potty walks, there is the pens that need cleaned up. I just seem like I get one mess cleaned up & then there is another......then when I am most exhausted (4am in the morning when I am finally dragging myself to bed), I find another mess to have to clean up.

Oh how I can relate to your post.....it is just all a constant part of my life with 6 dogs. It's a good thing I love dogs, but there are times when frustration hits & I have to admit.....I have ended up so frustrated I throw things........Leo is the only one that is out, so he knows to duck & hide until I calm down......I can't help but hug him afterwards.....as no matter how horrible the mess, I couldn't live without them or the love we have.

Debbie