8 mouths to feed

You know people, I adore every living creature in this house. The four legged babies I have are still my babies, even after little humans. Sometimes though, the day gets hard making sure the 2 cats get fed once a day, the 2 dogs get fed 2 times a day, the 2 itty bitty humans get fed 3 square and 2 snacks, then us big ones get at least 3 good meals. There are some days when I feel like all I am doing is feeding, watering.. whatever.
I use to have it harder when G was into his whole "lets eat the dogs food and drink their water stage."

Unfortunately too, that is when Sasha was going through the whole "I have diagnosed Giardia stage" too. But that is another post for another day.

But now.. oh now, I have a precious baby that is willing to help...

Thank you sweet boy.. I am sure Pluto appreciates you as much as you do me.

Guest Bloggers... Please Welcome Sasha and Phoenix

Sasha:


Please explain something to me.
I protect my brothers and I have from the minute they came home, and love my brothers... but why O why do they hit me with the broom, throw their sippy cups and other toys at me, and chase me until I have to hide underneath the desk, kitchen table, or in the other room?
I have no one except my momma... we are the only two girls in the house. The cats won't even come out anymore to let me chase them.... my 1 thrill in life is gone because the boys have scared them to the safety of the upstairs.
I still show them how much I love them. I give them kisses, but they turn around and pull on my jaws. I lay with them, but then they jump on me like I am a horse.

This is my plea... HELP.

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Phoenix:

These boys need to understand... could you please recite this for them...
don't get near my food, don't hit and slap on me, and don't crawl under my legs... you hit my dingy everytime, which, by the way, is not an utter... please quit trying to treat it like one.
I haven't bit you yet, and eventhough I am not real affectionate, I let you hug and kiss on me... even with a mouth covered in yogurt.
And so you know, that growling thing, that is followed by showing of teeth when you don't stop with the growling,.. it is a warning fellas. Heed that warning. Mom get mad at me when I get to this point, so please don't get me in trouble anymore. I don't bother you and if you be nice, I will be more affectionate. I promise.
If you two want to play.. throw a ball FOR me.. not at me... this will make you my best friends ever.