Idiot, outside the box

So last night Katie arrived at the house with her two dogs in tow. (more on that later)  As I went out to the driveway to see what she needed help with I saw the two recycling bins and one large trash can laying across the driveway with their contents scattered everywhere.  Katie said she heard someone hit them just after she pulled in.

So I went down to clean up the mess and it was a disaster. I swore repeatedly as I was cleaning up the trash and broken glass that was scattered all over the entrance to the driveway.  I just was enraged some asshole would be careless enough to hit our cans, although it has happened many times before.

I reviewed the footage from the DVR camera that is shooting out the driveway.  At almost exactly 6:40 PM I see the idiot hit the cans not with his truck but with the trailer he was towing behind his truck.  Of course he didn’t slow down for a second after the impact.  I can only hope that if karma does exist, it smacks this jack ass hard.

So like I mentioned, Katie brought her two dogs with her last night, the first time they both have been at the house.  We are still in the process of trying to figure out just how these living arrangements will all work out but part of it will be Tank and Bowser being at the house at least part of the time.  I felt badly for Elsa when these two high energy dogs came charging in the house, she looked desperately for somewhere to hide.  Eventually she settled down a little bit.

Now if you know me, you know I like calm, controlled, clean environments.  Having three dogs in one house is a recipe for the exact opposite.  I of course have a lot of concerns about the dogs destroying things as well as the associated mess.  We have the house pretty much closed off so except for Katie’s bedroom, the dogs are kept on the hard flooring surfaces.  We have covers on the sofa’s but I worry it won’t be sufficient.  Bowser is a huge dog, probably 80-90 pounds so his destructive potential is quite high.  We had Tank in the house before.  He is a french bulldog so size-wise he isn’t bad but he is a drool/snot machine which has it’s own challenges.

Cindy has assured me she would be doing what is needed to keep the house reasonably clean and organized which is an effort hopefully Katie will assist in.  I am sure Cindy could sense my anxiety as Katie’s dogs ran around the living space like maniacs.  I found myself thinking about how I was accustomed to living for a long time without any animals short of Tuki in the house peppered by Sadie visits.  I reminded myself that this is only day one and things should settle down over time.  I also focused on the big picture that this is the way we could finally facilitate getting Katie out of  a situation that had nothing but dead ends at every turn.