Life is zany, crazy with 3 Jacks. Their names are Disney Cleo, Riley the Rocket, and Tigger Elvis, but they have all kinds of pet names. Lately, it's been Small, Medium, and Large. I never thought that I would say that Large is the calm one. In his heyday, he was hell on wheels. Lately, he's the wise sage who attempts to correct the behavior of Small and Medium. And if that doesn't work, he tattles on them by barking until someone comes to see what they're doing.

I love them dearly, but they keep us on our toes (every waking moment).

Small and Medium were left alone in the living room for 20 minutes. They managed to chew on a chair leg, the remote, and the floor molding. (They chewed a spot of carpet earlier in the week. At least it was under the end table.)  One of them chewed through the speaker wire too.

This morning while I was in the shower, Small decided to see how far she could pull the toilet paper before it broke. She got all the way through the bathoom and into the bedroom.

Last Sunday, I looked down during the service to discover that one of the critters had mauled the corner of my shirt (that's now in the rag bag).

My husband bought them a really comfy bed for upstairs. It has special padding for great puppy dreams. I got up this morning to find the special padding in about 200 piles of fluff and puff in the laundry room. Everything's a toy with these two.

And then they look at me like this...Who us? We're adorable...

Happy Friday! Enjoy the weekend!