Those of you who have had the pleasure of witnessing Molly and Olive together know that they are weirdly and obsessively mental around each other.  Like, they CANNOT calm down and relax.  This happens to the point of total and complete exhaustion.  The past couple of days, Pam’s been away and I’ve been looking after both dogs while trying to complete work, blog updates, Jersey Shore marathons, etc.  Tonight I think things reached a climax…

First, a MENTAL “hello” when I walked in the door:

Then, as I was trying to make dinner, another freak out in the living room…

Freak out in the hall again…

So then, I finally get my pathetic frozen dinner-for-one all defrosted, pour myself a single glass of wine, and sit down to the first episode of the Thursday night Jersey Shore marathon…

…when Olive gets so excited and simultaneously tired that she blows chunks all over the couch:
 

Thennnnn, I go to get some paper towel to clean up the barf, and I come back to the living room and both Molly and Olive have their paws and noses on the coffee table and are consuming my lean cuisine.  Sigh.  So then I think “Maybe I can bribe these crazy-ass mental crazies with some treats…” so I make a kong with a little treat hidden inside.  Look how the little fuckers turned into angels as soon as they heard the treat bag a-rustlin’ (please excuse my bright yellow socks):

But then, I realize that there is only one kong and the two freakos go mental trying to get the kong off each other… Molly turned into the chick from The Exorcist:

Time passes, time passes… and I think “Hey, maybe you can relax and enjoy the rest of the night!”  Then, I hear some suspicious silence in the bedroom… I go in to investigate… and see this:

Ya.  That’s some pee.  All over Pam’s duvet.