I FEEL REALLY BAD NOW.

As you know, this has not been the best of days and the pups have run me (and the curtains) ragged.
And yet, the minute Charles got home, all their obnoxious behaviour stopped and they suddenly became divine little cherubs, snuggling up together on his knee and licking each other affectionately, as opposed to going for each other's jugulars which is what they were doing earlier. As they did yesterday, they almost smiled at me with blissfully happy little faces - and if they were cats they would have been purring contentedly.
(What did I do wrong? Why are they so horrid when Charles is away? How on earth will they behave tomorrow when he doesn't come home at the end of the day? Have I let myself get really stressed and have they picked up my tension?)
Charles had barely set foot through the door before I was telling him that I was seriously considering putting them up for adoption and that it was time for him to take over while I escaped from them for a while (preferably for the rest of the evening!)
Later on, I overheard him telling the pups that he loves them, and that their Mum loves them and that she didn't really mean she would give them away! He was so serious when he was telling them this, that I ended up feeling really guilty.
Of course I wouldn't part with them EVER, but I just hope we don't have too many days like today, otherwise I will seriously consider getting a part-time job!!!!