Late Night Potty Break

I had decided I was going to take the weekends off from my blog, but next thing you know it's 1:30 a.m. the hounds have gotten me up so they can go potty, then tried to pull the old "Look! It's morning we get treats" routine.  When I didn't fall for it they both went back to bed and I am now wide awake with a cup of Jasmine tea!  Since I'm up, may as well run the dishwasher & upload today's pictures from the camera. Well, now I may as well talk about it.

If you read my blog you know that Friday's are drool patrol day along with my regular "clean the house for the weekend" cleaning.  I put Fred and Gloria in the kitchen as I go through and find all the drool and dog crud I have missed through the week.  Believe me, there's a lot of it. Besides the fact that Fred freaks out on the vacuum cleaner, attacks the broom and tries to grab any rag I'm cleaning with,  I figure if their in the kitchen, at least the rest of my house looks clean for that short period of time.

First though, I have to get them in the kitchen.  Gloria's the easy one.  You call her, she comes.  Fred (duh!) he knows he's going in the kitchen, so the first thing he does is hide under the coffee table.  Then he plants himself on his back.

"I'm not going Momma!  I have my rights!"

Whatever.  I have to slide him on his back into the kitchen and believe me it's not easy moving a basset that doesn't want to move!
Gloria would always go lay on the mat by the sink while Fred would finally lay on the bed I put in there ('cause lord knows you wouldn't want them to lay on the hard floor) and whine!  Not anymore.  Gloria decided to give me this face.

"No Momma, don't leave me in the kitchen."

"That's not gonna work Gloria!  Ya gotta stick your face through the gate.  Like this!"

"How's this Freddie?"

"No, no!  All the way in, like this!"

"Like this?"
"Perfect!"

So this is how Fred and Gloria spent the next hour watching me clean yesterday!