sometimes i question if my life is being broadcast for the whole world to see, you know like that one movie with jim carrey?
today, i let our dog sunday out to run making her promise to return when i called her name. she agreed, we had a deal.
she kept up her end of the bargain which is miraculous. see, i’m not supposed to let her out like that. we’ve been warned. many, many times. i have been working with her to try and correct the behavior. sometimes, it works.
the thing is when she came back, she had blood on her snout.
her nose, her chin, and her mouth.
it wasn’t her blood, and it was fresh blood. i gotted scared as you can imagine. i hoped like hell a human wasn’t the one with the missing blood that was now on her snout.
i had to put both dogs upstairs in our bonus room due to some people that came to work in our house, the husband was up there with both dogs. i am in process of trying to organize our upstairs area so i was working up there too. you must know, i LOATHE being upstairs. it’s a dust fest, and the bonus room looks like a junkyard.
i went downstairs for just a few minutes, went back up and walked into the bonus room. the smell of poop was thick in the air. (keep in mind, i’d only been gone a few minutes.) i asked the husband if one of the dogs had relieved themselves, he said “no i think one of them just has gas.” in addition, the dogs had already had their morning walk and were outside playing before the people came.
the smell was VERY STRONG. i looked around and noticed a big pile of puppy poop just a few feet away from the husband who was “supposedly” oblivious to it. i promptly accused him of sandbagging the poop so that he would not have to clean it up. as usual, he denied this but i know his game.
i often wonder where all my time goes, but i have mini chaotic explosions at least 15 times a day which always serve to throw off whatever schedule that i desperately try to create. for a former organized and simple gal, this tends to make me a little bat-shit crazy.
this was enough to justify ordering dooce’s book,
having maya angelou as a friend is comforting.
*i still have maya’s message on our answering machine from january.
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