Friday, March 12, 2010

darling dogs.

The list of incidents starting with my birthday sink-miracle continues. Day before yesterday, my dog decided to jump into a huge pile of leaves that, unfortunately, consisted more of cat shit than leaves. I had to shampoo her six, I shit you not, six times to get rid of the stink, and by the time she stopped smelling, the bathroom and yours truly smelled even worse.

Later in the evening, one of the other dogs puked in my bed. He'd eaten a rat the day before that didn't agree with his stomach. A half-digested rat in the bed was not really what I'd wished for, but it was still nice of him to give me a present none the less.

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