In about ten minutes our son and daughter in law will arrive with their severely over active (and possibly demon possessed) dog , Baya.  Of course, I mean demon-possessed in only the sweetest sort of way. 

Then our daughter will arrive with her large, but pretty mellow black lab, Marbles. Throw in our tiny little guy, Bailey—who has serious anxiety issues (especially with Baya)—and  we are about to experience Canine chaos.

Baya leaps from piece of furniture to piece of furniture that reflects an extreme canine version of ADHD.  There have to be meds for this this sort of behavior.   Bailey simply barks incessantly because, because, because that’s what Bailey does—he barks for no particular reason.  

Marbles, the big galoot, is pretty chill.  He runs in and immediately darts for Bailey’s dog dish in hopes that grampy and grammy (that’s me and Rose) forgot to put the dish up where he can’t get it.  If we forget, the Canine Chaos intensifies.  Marbles can eat faster than me, and I was one of eight kids who learned to eat fast for survival.  He also has a tail that should be certified as a weapon.  He beats Bailey with it, which may be partially responsible for Bailey’s anxiety disorder.  

Next day…Marbles was a no-show.  He was on a winter camping trip with his dad, Levi Britton.  Actually, Levi isn’t the biological father but hopefully that needs no further explanation.  Baya and Bailey provided the usual laugh and entertainment, but they missed Marbles, who incidentally could swallow them both with one big bite.

I love my family.  I love it when the kids come over.  I even love most of the canine chaos.  They make me laugh and appreciate this strange, wonderful and sometimes chaotic life we live.