Monday, 18 May 2009

Does a dog shit where he pleases?

Ours apparently does.

Actually, that's not entirely fair...normally he's extremely well behaved and never defecates in the house unless he has an upset stomach and we're not there to let him out. So why, did we nearly have a dead dog in our house this morning?

Let me start by saying, I work shifts....two 12 hour days, followed by two 12 hour nights. I came home after a particularly brutal slow night, walk through the door and the smell just hits me right n the face. There are two things in this world I hate dealing with....shit and puke, thankfully my little angel had decided to leave a present of both....ON THE COUCH! I banished him to his outside kennel for the day and went back inside to begin the cleanup. Marigolds....check, kitchen roll....check, plastic carrier bag....check. I got up all the crap, and moved onto the vomit. Now as I'm sure you all know, you disturb vomit and the aroma just intensifies. The second it hit the back of my throat, I'm hanging out the back door for air, dry heaving and damning Jesus for every putting the thought of owning a dog in my tiny male brain. Take 2 didn't even get as far as touching the potato and carrot laced canine oral evacuation before the above process was repeated.

He used to be so much cuter before he became a shit machine.



Fast Forward to two minutes later and I sheepishly sneak into the bedroom and rouse my good wife to go down stairs and clean up the vomit because I failed as a husband.

BUT - the day does have some good news. We have another viewing booked for Wednesday evening. A couple, 1st time buyers...so I'm hoping they like what they see and put in an offer as we've not heard anything from the family who came yesterday.

sheadorama

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