Saturday, January 9, 2010
It's all fun and games...
...until I wake up at 4:30 in the morning because I smell dog poop!
Dog poop in Sister's cage and I could smell it all the way upstairs in my bedroom with the door shut. Yuk!
She doesn't like going outside in the cold, so she must have held it for several days. Guess she just couldn't hold it any longer. Just for the record, that is NOT my favorite aroma to have throughout my entire house.
Luckily, it was all on her pillow, so I picked that thing up and carefully took it outside (it was about 15 degrees with a wind chill of 5) to the trash and dumped it. To get a visual, I was in a thin cotton sleep shirt that comes above my knees with my hiney flapping in the wind. I had a pair of lime green crocs on my feet, hoping against hope that I didn't slip on the ice and bust something! I put both dogs out for a few minutes while I was cleaning up.
I let them back in and got some Glade and sprayed/stomped my way back upstairs. I scrubbed my hands, lit a candle in my bedroom and thought...Dang! That was a mess and Dang! I'm lucky I didn't bust my tail outside at 4:30 am without my magic pink cell phone (I would be in so much BIG trouble with Rocket Man for going outside on the ice without my magic pink cell phone, which was upstairs by the bed) and Dang! Its really, no-fooling, honest-to-goodness cold out there!!!!
You'll be pleased to know that I didn't kill Sister, which was my first inclination. Didn't even yell at her.
But I was p-i-s-s-e-d-o-f-t, I tell ya!
It wasn't sick-dog poop; it was regular, stinky, 'I'm not gonna go in the snow and you can't make me' dog poop.
I'm not having fun anymore. I'm not amused. Its all fun and games until Molli has to clean up dog poop! Not tiny poodle poop, but big dog poop!
My fun meter is pegged.
I'm going to Target!