The holiday deflated all of my best intentions to faithfully update my blog. I'll delve into that in my next post. For now, here is a peek at my afternoon. Glad things are finally back to...well... normal.
You know the children’s book If You Give a Mouse a Cookie? It’s a circular tale of cause and effect, starting with the simple kindness of giving a cookie to a little mouse and ending—after many steps along the way—with the mouse wanting (what else?) a cookie. My day has been kind of like that. Only not nearly so endearing.
The story of my day: If You Don’t Give the Dog a Butt-Cut.
If you fail to trim the shaggy family dog’s butt hair, he will inevitably end up with a wad of poop stuck in it.
If the dog has a wad of poop stuck in his butt hair, you are going to have to don rubber gloves to wash and pry it out.
If you wash and pry the poop out, the dog will probably think you have subjected him to a grave indignity, so he will definitely seek revenge.
If the dog seeks revenge, he will probably pee on something you generally prefer to have dry and fragrance free (like your shoes or a pretty area rug).
If he pees on the pretty area rug, you are going to have to get out the steam cleaner (which, fortunately, you will find at the ready because of a recent bout of carpet-staining orange dog vomit).
When you start to steam clean the rug, you will notice that the floor needs sweeping, so you will reach for the broom.
Holding the broom while turning off the steam cleaner, you will inevitably knock over—and shatter into smithereens—the Christmas statue that you were going to put away before you noticed the poop stuck in the dog’s butt hair.
While you sweep up the shards of your once-cherished decoration, you will hear the dog whining to come inside from his post-rug-peeing exile in the back yard.
When the dog comes in from his exile, you will almost surely notice the embarrassed tail slump and suspicious dangle that can only mean…
The dog has more poop stuck in his butt hair.