Friday, September 21, 2007

From Bad to Worse

Remember the foul mood from early? I do, fondly even.

I'm past being in a bad mood. I'm beat. I'm done. Uncle! I give.

I knew there was a major problem the second I opened the door. A poop problem to be precise. Dog Number #1 had a blow-out in the kennel of catastrophic proportions. He is not a dog that has accidents. Ever. Under normal circumstances he'd have pee squirting out his ears before he'd mess in his kennel or the house. I can only presume that a) he's ill or b) he was that upset by having Contractor be in the house all day. Either way I'm not risking feeding him any dinner.

There was poop on the wall after all. That's right, the wall.

So dog outside, kennel outside, scrub floor and wall. Call FF to beg him to bring me some air freshener (not something I usually use). Bathe dog with hose and some of FF's shampoo. Halfway through bath realize I've probably just washed off all of the super expensive anti-flea meds. Curse. Hose off kennel. Water plants while dog shakes off some of his excess water. Bring dog and kennel inside because it's getting dark. Now house smells of wet dog instead of poop. Only marginally better.

Now it's 8pm and I've done no school work. I ate the same thing for dinner that I had for lunch. And the last thing I feel like doing is reading about educational methods and practices. Gag.

And to top it all off, Contractor informed me that the holes on the vanity I bought don't match the faucet I picked out, and that I'll have to return one of them. Can you guess how thrilled I was to hear that?

Since FF is no longer obligated to listen to me blow off steam and made a hasty get-away, you get to enjoy the tirade. Aren't you lucky!


BerryBird said...


You poor dear. That is the type of thing that could lead a girl to drink.

a/k/a Nadine said...

So true. How I wish I had a beverage containing alcohol in the house. But alas...

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...


Yes, poor dear. AK! I would have been in a fury too! AK! GAK! UGH! Wahn!

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

Just remember, no matter how bad things are, they can ALWAYS get worse.

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

But I hope they get BETTER!

DancingFish said...

I hope your day (and dog) gets better. As long as your pooch is ok- the poop on the wall will be really funny later on. One of our cats had explosive IBS for a while. It was horrible at the time but now- hilarious!

Electronic Goose said...

Oh boy. I hope today's better for you.

Beth said...

Poor you! I hope you poured yourself a tumbler of wine.

And poor dog! Is he okay?