WET SHEEP

I think that's what the living room smells of right now. Hopefully it will dissipate rapidly as I don't relish the thought of spending an evening with THAT particular aroma. Not that I ever get through to the living room until after the puppies have settled for the night, which usually means I have about an hour of nodding off in front of the TV before admitting defeat and turning in for the night.
We've just had another fairly chaotic walk. I have to admit that this is one area where we are not making brilliant progress in terms of their training. I'm usually glad to get them home without having fallen over them or lost them because they've slipped their collars.
They have, fairly predictably changed from the sleepy, docile pups of yesterday and this morning, to the puppies from hell again and are currently intent on chewing as much of the garden fence as they can, despite the fact that I've liberally sprayed it with that 'Puppy Stop' stuff. (I think that's kind of like the stuff my mum used to get me to stop me biting my nails - which I don't think worked particularly well as I actually quite liked the taste - and that is presumably the problem with the Puppy Stop - my girls actually seem to like it!