You Can Only Imagine

I have a picture on my refrigerator of my Soft Coated Wheaten terrier chasing my older and much loved Airedale.  I have a picture of Murphy harassing the same Wheaten.  And I have a picture of Sage going after Murphy.  In a long line of pup's tormenting older sisters, here is it.  

You can only imagine what the house looks like.  Every night I pick up toys so I don't trip over them at 4:45 AM.  By early evening, a bomb went off.  Sage, however, is not going down lightly.  Of all my girls, she is the first one to ensure her top dog role will stay intact.

Remind me again, why did I agree to take Annie?

Murphy's day.