Unless you count the night that King proudly brought in a dead, flattened mouse. Two girls went ballistic and screamed for me (or their Dad who conveniently ignored them) to come rescue them.
I found one daughter holding one puppy, and one holding the other and both screaming and pointing to the dead mouse. I removed it of course, even while they were screaming at me while doing it. I had gloves on, but they still couldn't watch. I told them when they grow up and have kids, they'll be able to do almost anything without gagging.
Puppy nap time - Zuri with her head on top of King. They both are growing so fast already. King still thinks he's a lap dog, so this will be interesting. King has learned "speak" already. He's been easy to train in that department. He's very vocal. Zuri is such a doll. I just hope she can hold up to her end if protection is needed. She is so calm for me.
They are partners in crime. This weeks casualties? One church youth group flyer that they kept pulling off the fridge, along with the clip magnet. I had to go in search of their toys to get them to stop. Oh, and one chewed our 19 year-old's computer charge cord in half. Not their fault. Daughter just forgot to put it up. I told the kids to put stuff up as if they were baby goats in the house.
Hubby and I have gotten the tree limbs split and stacked, so we are ready to tackle that one tree when school is out for Christmas. This Saturday however, he'll be putting Duaghter's car back together.