Help!

As if our life was not productive enough, we have had more going on in the last few days.

I'm beginning to think Husband is Noah. Remember, several weeks ago when I mentioned the pipe that burst (Did we ever establish what was correct?) in our attic. Well, Sunday, a pipe coming into the house, decided he was jealous of all the attention the other pipe was getting. So while husband was cutting through the jungle that we like to call our yard, he discovered a stream of water flowing into a large resovoir. The dog believed it was his oasis. Lucky us!

Husband just jumped in there, literally, and after much work and papertowels, he got the leak stopped.

So, we kind of need to talk serious. We need to talk "Pappie."

Pappie is a very dear companion of Little Foot. Oh, they just love one another. Little refuses to even entertain the thought of a nap or bedtime without Pappie in her mouth. But here recently, the need for Pappie has gotten worse. I mean, she's ...................................... addicted! Is there some form of rehab available? She needs an intervention! Any suggestions????