Last night we were feeling a bit guilty that Rainie had to spend so much time in her crate so we've been trying to leave her out roaming around as much as possible. The problem is, she's 9 months old and the entire world to her is one big adventure to be chewed on and tasted. Last night she came bounding in from outside with poop hanging out of her mouth. Talk about charming.

We said good night to them and went to bed. She whined outside of our door for a little while and seemed to calm down (after I brought her into our room for a bedtime story). Around 4 am, we awoke to the delightful sound of Rainie howling, then Gus, and finally Alice kicked in (Zeus courteously abstains from such nonsense, he prefers barking). It was a chorus I wasn't ready to hear again. I stormed out there and told them kids to knock it off.

While I was getting ready this morning I saw a little mouth under the door with little teeth gnawing on the linoleum, further proof that she's not quite ready to be loose without supervision and that we need to install a threshold between the kitchen and our room.