What could be better
than waking to a fresh warm puddle of dog sick?
Waking to an ice cold puddle of dog sick. And stepping in it in your last clean pair of socks, that’s what!!
Just so you know.
than waking to a fresh warm puddle of dog sick?
Waking to an ice cold puddle of dog sick. And stepping in it in your last clean pair of socks, that’s what!!
Just so you know.
Having THE WON as President?
Oh, have I been there. Just replace the word “dog” with “cat” or “home-wrecker”, as I like to call them. When the dog horks in the middle of the night he has the decency to clean up after himself.
I’ve taken to wearing either flip-flops or slippers (depending on the weather) at all times in the house now.
Speaking of slippers. Cats left puddles on middle of the hardwood landing at the bottom of the steps. In the dark: heals sailed out from under me at least once.
Good thing we have carpeting on the top and middle landings or you’d not be reading this.
I miss living with Beagles……..
I miss my German Shepard mix. Sweetest dog ever. Low maintenance. Had to have him put last spring. Fourteen good years.
A good dog is worth whatever effort comes with him.
Stepping in a puddle of cold dog puke is like walking across a sun drenched lawn in the Springtime compared to sleepily stepping on the HUGE frikkin’ hairball the long haired black cat hacked up while on your way to take a piss in the wee hours. Now that there’s disgusting, I don’t care who you are. Did I mention the bare feet, or landing on my tailbone? No, of course I didn’t. The cat’s still hiding under the bed, along with the dog and the missus. I don’t handle surprises well in the dark hours.