Let sleeping dogs lie

So the doggies are sleeping...there is quiet again. Lyra threw herself down in front Kiko and they are now curled up. A moment of calm ensues. The little ones can be so energetic. They go through periods of intense activity followed by periods of sleep.
By the way Kiko is a female Black Lab who just turned a year old on December 19th 2009. Lyra is a female Siberian Husky who turned 3 months on December 25th 2009.
I never thought that I would be taking care of one dog, let alone two! But the doggies are the innocent parties in this scenario..one cannot help but love them. They love unconditionally...no human can express that kind of sheer joy when seeing someone...except perhaps a baby when he/she sees their parent. They are good girls for the most part...except when they are chewing on cardboard or the wooden table in the warehouse.
Some back story:
Azam, my second oldest son purchased Kiko for his girlfriend, at least this is what I thought..although he kept saying that Kiko was his dog...I know, I know...we believe what we want to believe. Anyways Kiko resided at Neda's house until November 2009 when she came home for a "visit". She was supposed to go back, but was to return again in January 2010 because they were renovating their kitchen. I figured why send her back? Plus I had finally accepted that she was his dog, therefore the responsibilty for her care should be his.
Ansaar my oldest son said that he liked Siberian huskies....I should have known that those two were up to no good when he kept e-mailing me pictures of admittedly cute Siberian huskies. Then one night Lyra came home.
Coming from a background where dogs are used for guarding the home and not kept inside, it was a tremendous adjustment. To add to this my parents live with us. My Mom has her hands full taking care of my Dad who has Alzheimer's and diabetes-related complications from strokes.
So the doggies come to work with us everyday since Aaron, my youngest is in school and Ansaar and Azam both work and go to school.
Prak (my husband) loved the dogs from day one. He uncomplainingly picks up poop, bathes them and walks them. I think that it is their unconditional love that got to him. It took me a while to warm up to them...especially since they were thrust upon me. Now however, I do love them. I think that my sons know me too well. They know that I love them no matter what. They gambled and they won...'cause I am writing this while I am looking at the two dogs peacefully sleeping.