At about 4 o’clock this morning I began to smell something. It stirred me from my sleep – dreaming strange about characters on General Hospital that we didn’t know were crippled but when I met them in person, their legs were all shriveled up and they stood about 4 feet tall… strange – anyway, I was woken up rather hastily by a strange smell and I couldn’t quite place it other than to me in my sleepy state it smelled like burnt toast. I paid no matter and tried to keep sleeping. An hour later my sister came out from her room and peered over the railing of the stairs. I knew that wasn’t a good sign. She assured me that what was down there was mostly solid. It wasn’t.UGH… nothing like having a geriatric dog. I have a couple of them. And some days they just can’t control themselves. Usually though it’s my bigger dog and as many know, bigger dogs make bigger messes. It was all over the floor by the front door and it was gross. I just love picking that stuff up and mopping at 5 in the morning. Thanks, dog…
Today didn’t start off right. Ever have one of those days? One of those days where you should have just stayed in bed? I got up, walked out into the hall and was welcomed by this lovely rancid smell. I wasn’t quite awake but I was conscious enough to know that it was dog poop. I wasn’t sure where I’d find it but figured it could be something I could clean up quickly and move on. As I made my way to the stairs, I was in a fog. My eyes hadn’t really focused yet however I spied something on the floor downstairs that woke me up rather quickly. POOP. Everywhere there was poop. And it wasn’t the nice solid chunks that are easy to clean up but it was runny, it was slimy and it had obviously been there several hours so some of it had dried and hardened on to the floor. It trailed from the foot of the stairs past the front door and into the kitchen. Walking through it was like cobble-stone jumping over a stream. I was barefoot and grumbling and I got to the kitchen to retrieve paper towels and a plastic bag. My dogs bounded down the steps after me quite happy that I had finally awoken from my slumber. They wagged their tails happily and eagerly ran outside. I slammed the door and mumbled under my breath some more wondering what dog had done it. It didn’t take long to figure it out because the size and quantity was just too much for the small dogs of the house. The culprit was Rachel.So, I got some paper towels of which there were only a few sheets left. The 409 bottle was about empty so I had to open the top up and dump all that I had on the floor. The poop was not coming up. It was stuck. It was seeping through the paper towels and as I stared at the clock I realized that I was running out of time to feed Michaela, get myself dressed and out the door so I can be at the park to take my walk at 8. I got the Swiffer Wet Jet which usually doesn’t let me down. It was powerless against the poop – even the scraper part of the mop wasn’t a match for the crap that covered the tile. I went through about two Swiffer pads before I admitted defeat and retired to the garage to get the big yellow mop bucket on wheels and a rag mop. This 5 minute clean up job was turning into a half hour. It took 3 Swiffer pads, a 1/4 bottle of 409, a cup of bleach and a bucket of hot water to get the poop off the tile. If this had been on the carpet I would have had to rip it up and replace it. It was disgusting. Rachel is never…NEVER getting the generic Ol’ Roy Bacon Strips again. Not only doo (LOL) they smell like $h!# going in, they look and smell like it coming out. Never again.That was the start of my day. All before 8am… Michaela and I hurried to the park. The clouds were rolling in – AGAIN. The sky was starting to sprinkle – AGAIN. And yet, again the park people thought it would be a jim dandy idea to run the sprinklers at 8 in the morning the 2nd day in a row! We’ve had a crap load of rain yet they insist on watering. And then they water during the day when people are there trying to use the trails and such to get their exercises. Has anyone thought of watering at night when nobody is there? And to top off this pleasant experience, Michaela was really NOT wanting to walk. She wanted to play and repeatedly I had to remind her that the deal was that we walk for 30 minutes then we play for 30 minutes. It was not a good day for her to be a nag. Mommy was not having any of it.So, it’s been kinda downhill since then. Nothing else has gone that wrong had it been any other day, I would just let it all roll off my back. But today I am up to here with annoyances. I am frustrated with my websites not working right. It ends up that most of the mistakes on them are stupid and easily remedied but I wouldn’t know that because my head is too far up my butt to see it. And then the people who want to buy my house are dickering on the details and well, doggone it. I am finished haggling. If they counter me one more time, I think I will tell them to stick it. It’s my house dang it. Either they want it or they don’t. I don’t need to sell it to them.My back hurts.Sigh…I hope tomorrow is better….
