The terror of two, or Lady Gaga's little monsters.

In many ways I resemble my father:,critical, good with numbers and a dog lover.  My dad only dated my mother because it was, even in Holland, illegal to marry your dog.   Since living in the US I have had Rosie and Soks.  Rosie was like a cougar, married to a younger man.   They were a fine couple, but so absolutely different from Blek and Dekker... who are brother and sister.   I couldn't say I like one more than the other, or one dog better than the other (although of course Rosie is the one I love most).   But Blek and Dekker take destruction to new heights.   It came to me today to write some about it while I was planting some shrubs and little trees.  I'd dig a hole, put the tree in it and go to the next hole.  I look back, and see Dekker languidly on the grass, chewing on a tree.  Blek was just pulling the next one out.  Jeez already.  
I really had had it the other day: I can live with the occasional cream cheese scooped from the table, even the trash can thrown over in the kitchen I can forgive, but eating the incubator, no.  We have to draw the line. 
So yes, I was trying to hatch chickens, again, in the bathroom in th is small styrofoam incubator.  Well the dogs heard the chicks hatching and took the incubator outside and ate it, including eggs and freshly hathced chicks, they ate it!!!  They love chickens: they are delicious after all, so I cannot, cannot let the chickens out of the coup and go somewhere.  Massacre ensues.   However, I must say, at least they kill the roosters first, probably because they are more of a sport than the laying hens.  I lost 4 of the 5 roosters in the last week.  So no more free ranging without a supervising adult present ( oma is coming May 2nd!).  
I finally have the house dog proof.  I have a latch on every door, and a latch on the outside of the front door.  SO maybe the egg cartons are safe again on the counter.  These dogs are strong, and I have seen them take a run at the door to get in, and somehow they do get in.  
I will drive up and they will show up seconds later.... big eyes: " no we were not in the house, we are good dogs". I walk in, and the trash is all over the floor, the back door is wide open. Paw prints everywhere.  Anyway, they give me such joy, to see them playing allllll day long.  They know eachother well too, they will nod to eachother and take off in a full run, and 5 minutes later they are back, all wet from swimming in the creek.  Ah well, you have to see em some time, they are the bomb.