Procrastination
I just came home from a lovely lunch out with girlfriends celebrating one (much younger, obviously) friend’s 30th birthday and we had a molten chocolate cake to share and we talked and laughed and my day was going swimmingly and then I walked in the door and discovered that obviously I left the dogs in the house too long because one of them I don’t know which one for sure but one of them pooped in our “new” den and of course that room is carpeted because why wouldn’t it be and now instead of just putting on my big girl panties and going in there and cleaning it up I am totally stalling by typing this journal entry on the computer because I’m thinking its Friday and maybe I’ll get lucky and Blaine will get off work four hours early and he’ll magically walk in the door in time to clean that crap (literally) up himself and then I won’t have to do it because seriously the smell and texture of dog poop makes me want to vomit and the entire time I am cleaning it up I will be dry heaving and I’ve got the paper towels and a trash bag but I really really really really don’t want to do this.
Oh, wait …. is that the back door opening ……. ??????
No.
(damnit. here i go.)
8 Responses to Procrastination
February 5th, 2010 saat: 5:08 PM
I had one primary thought when we picked our LITTLE white bichon: the bigger the dog, the bigger the poop. Good luck.
February 5th, 2010 saat: 5:59 PM
Kristie,
I can’t believe I am gonna tell you and the internet this story! I have cats – lots of cats – crazy cat lady bunches of cats. I got my last cat by parking at JC Penney’s and walking toward the store and hearing this kitten. Long story short, I crawled on my back under some strangers truck and persuaded this little black kitty to come to me out of the engine compartment. I AM the crazy cat lady.
At my house the cats are blamed for everything, and I mean everything. A bucket weighing about 30 pounds was moved allowing the freezer to accidentally be unplugged, it was the cat’s fault. $500.00 worth of meat spoiled and a disgusting mess, but the cats had to have moved that huge bucket to reach the plug to unplug the freezer. See what I deal with?
All of this is just to get to the real story – the dog. I have all these cats, but we just have one wonderful seven year old, pound rescued as a puppy, lab. Since I always hear so much bitching about the cats this and the cats that, I don’t really tend to the dog as much as I could. Yes, I read her mind and let her out and make sure her food and water bowl is full. But, I don’t bathe her, I don’t medicate her when she has a huge allergy attack, and all that good stuff. Chloe is the best dog and can stay inside for almost 24 hours without going out to the bathroom. She just never has an accident. The kids and I came home one evening and the dog had tummy trouble – big time! She pooped almost a full circle around our dining room table (thank God we have wood floors) of the wettest, stinkiest, doggy squirt poop ever! I could smell it as I turned the door knob to come in the house. Well, it wasn’t my cats mess, so I refused to clean it up! ( I know I sound awful to leave it, but I hear so much bitching about the cats, it was worth it.) My husband still had a couple of hours before he got off work, but I called him to tell him what would be waiting when he got home. He has a very weak stomach, but he knew not to argue, it was a dog mess, not my cats.
He came home and I did help him clean it up, but the whole time I reminded him that if a cat had been the one that had the accident, he wouldn’t have even handed me the paper towels!
I feel your pain – you should have found an errand to run so Blaine could be the one to find the deposit!!
kimybeee
February 5th, 2010 saat: 8:05 PM
What a coincidence–at work today a co-worker showed me a text her husband sent her that said something like, “Baby–Star (the dog) took a shit in your sister’s room and then peed in the kitchen right in front of me.” I laughed my ass off. What the hell did he expect her to do about it at work? Oh, and I should mention–this dog is a 150 lb. Mastiff.
February 5th, 2010 saat: 8:53 PM
Oh yeah, the cat yakked right after breakfast a few days ago. I had just gotten up and if I had to feel that warm mush in a paper towel, I would have started heaving and probably piddling from heaving so hard. It was not in the traffic path, so I snuck off to work before anyone else got up and left it there! Our poor husbands!
February 6th, 2010 saat: 8:58 AM
Seriously. My dream of a dog does not include poop removal.
I better think real hard before I get one.
February 6th, 2010 saat: 9:33 PM
One reason why I refuse to have any house pets. Our dog lives outside, amen!
February 8th, 2010 saat: 10:49 AM
Hey, how do you like the Jean Auel books? I really liked the first one (Clan of the Cave Bear) best. The others I did read and like… however, she seemed to go a little more “romance genre” in the others.
February 8th, 2010 saat: 11:24 AM
Laura, I did like them, although I get what you’re saying. My complaint is that in every subsequent book, she spent an inordinate amount of space “re-telling” parts of the previous stories. Almost like she wanted people who had never read the first one to be able to pick up the second one and understand it …. even more in three, and even more in four. Book four was hardly anything “new”, just re-telling what had happened in the previous books. I don’t know …. I started skimming whenever it was something I already knew, and it seemed like there wasn’t a whole lot of new material there!! Kristie
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