Total Morning Madness

So, I was so well prepared this morning for the dogs.
Crates were decorated with stickers and photos, built and in the van ready to go.
Fresh vetbed was ready and waiting to be placed in each crate.
Paperwork was boxed and ready along with fresh water, comfort squares, crate spares etc.
Tomtom was programmed and ready to go
Dogs were all bathed, clipped, groomed and stunning
Walk planned on Greenham so dogs don't get wet and muddy for journey.

The timings were all sorted, 45 mins for me to get ready, 10 mins to Greenham, 60 mins walk, 10 mins back and 15 mins at home to get crates ready before hour journey to Pet Transporters for 10.45am.

It didn't quite go that way...

I was ready and out the house with the dogs early- 25 mins ahead of schedule. just FIVE minutes into our walk the rain starts.. and goes on and on. I keep a close eye on Hoax as I don't want her to roll but I swear- I have no flipping idea how it happened but a huge cow pat must have jumped up and planted itself on the side of her head! My boots start to rub the back of my ankle and I am limping at top speed along the second half on the walk. Back at the van with one crap covered dog and four totally drenched beings.

We rush back home and I bung Hoaxey in the shower- THREE washes later and she finally stops reeking. Run downstairs and blow dry all four dogs as I don't want them wet and cold in their crates.

Launch outside and clean out the crates as they are now filthy and one smells slightly of cow poop...

Try to start sticking down the puppy pads to the bottom of the crates using double sided tape, of which the backing paper sticks to the tape furiously and doesn't want to help me out, cursing I strip bits of paper off and chuck them everywhere. Then vet bed is folded at edges and placed in onto of pads.

Run upstairs and change my sopping trousers- no time for the top that'll have to do. Grab a new non poop covered collar for Hoax and spend five minutes trying to extract the stupid tag off of her poop enhanced one and onto the clean one.

Chuck dogs in crates in van and leave poo splattered, filthy house behind.

En route tomtom decides it will attempt to switch itself off every five minutes, spend journey cursing and smacking tom-tom buttons.

Finally arrive at Pet transporters with not a minute to spare- the dogs are rested and immaculate, their crates are pretty, cosy and cool. I look like a bedraggled mad dog lady with mismatching clothes, wet and frizzy hair and mascara halfway down my face. They ask if they can take a photo of me and the dogs for their FB page- Ha! "Why the hell not- crack on I say"!

All for the love of dogs x