Gross Happens August 2011
Gross things happen. I don’t mean the weather, I mean gross things around the house.
My terrier mix dog got into the dental chew bones we feed her occasionally. She was whining at the screen door that separates the family room from the living room. When I let her in, she had one of the bones in her mouth. As I was wondering who gave it to her, I noticed the bag was tipped over on the shelf. She had the last bone in her mouth. I had no idea how many more there had been. I assumed she had gotten into them and eaten them all and I hoped there weren’t many more than the one she had in her mouth.
She seemed fine the rest of the evening. She has taken to sleeping on a pillow in my bedroom in her old age. I got up in the middle of the night and noticed she was sleeping on my husband’s side of the bed on the clothes he had carefully deposited on the floor. I made her go back to the pillow on my side of the bed so my husband wouldn’t step on her if he got up. But an hour or so later she woke my husband with her gagging and she was “expressing” those bones. Okay, maybe two more? My husband got up and let her outside for a while, then left her in the family room when he let her back in the house.
In the morning, my husband observed the “leftovers” and began systematically taking the clothes to the sink and dumping little piles of chewed bone from his clothes. One, two, three, how did it get inside the jeans?, four.
Then I figure I found another 2-3 bones “expressed” on the floor in the family room. It’s why I have a screen door in the middle of my house, to keep the animals on the end furthest away from our sleeping quarters. Plus I hate listening to clicking nails on the kitchen floor when I’m sleeping. Also, I can’t trust the cats to stay on the floor and not cruise the countertops at night. Gross!
Last night my little dog found more of her “expression” on her sleeping pillow in my room that I didn’t find and decided she’d clean it up herself. I caught her and banished her to the family room last night. I won’t describe what I found this morning or how I found it, but I was glad she was not in my room last night.
Then when I was thinking what a gross way to begin my day, I reached into the bag to get bread for toast and pulled out moldy bread. I threw it into the compost bin. I decided to empty the house compost into our yard waste bin and there were maggots writhing on the lip of the yard waste bin.
Sometimes when it rains it pours; or should I say when sh—hits the fan it keeps flying.
My terrier mix dog got into the dental chew bones we feed her occasionally. She was whining at the screen door that separates the family room from the living room. When I let her in, she had one of the bones in her mouth. As I was wondering who gave it to her, I noticed the bag was tipped over on the shelf. She had the last bone in her mouth. I had no idea how many more there had been. I assumed she had gotten into them and eaten them all and I hoped there weren’t many more than the one she had in her mouth.
She seemed fine the rest of the evening. She has taken to sleeping on a pillow in my bedroom in her old age. I got up in the middle of the night and noticed she was sleeping on my husband’s side of the bed on the clothes he had carefully deposited on the floor. I made her go back to the pillow on my side of the bed so my husband wouldn’t step on her if he got up. But an hour or so later she woke my husband with her gagging and she was “expressing” those bones. Okay, maybe two more? My husband got up and let her outside for a while, then left her in the family room when he let her back in the house.
In the morning, my husband observed the “leftovers” and began systematically taking the clothes to the sink and dumping little piles of chewed bone from his clothes. One, two, three, how did it get inside the jeans?, four.
Then I figure I found another 2-3 bones “expressed” on the floor in the family room. It’s why I have a screen door in the middle of my house, to keep the animals on the end furthest away from our sleeping quarters. Plus I hate listening to clicking nails on the kitchen floor when I’m sleeping. Also, I can’t trust the cats to stay on the floor and not cruise the countertops at night. Gross!
Last night my little dog found more of her “expression” on her sleeping pillow in my room that I didn’t find and decided she’d clean it up herself. I caught her and banished her to the family room last night. I won’t describe what I found this morning or how I found it, but I was glad she was not in my room last night.
Then when I was thinking what a gross way to begin my day, I reached into the bag to get bread for toast and pulled out moldy bread. I threw it into the compost bin. I decided to empty the house compost into our yard waste bin and there were maggots writhing on the lip of the yard waste bin.
Sometimes when it rains it pours; or should I say when sh—hits the fan it keeps flying.
