So it went well today.
I still haven't gotten one comment on how to control a wee wee pad weilding puppy. Thanks alot lurkers. Are you even out there? Is anybody reading? ...Feel me people!!!! Feel my pain.
The dog had his very first bath. He hated it. We did it in the sink. Even though I was too scheeved out to do it in my tub where Fa's hiney sits, I thought doing it where the dishes sit would be beetter...Don't ask! I was expecting that he'd be miserable. He shivered heavily and whimpered a little and I felt bad for him. But too bad, he needed it so frickin' badly. He stunk almost as bad as Fa's feet. And those were ripe today too...Whew. This heat has made her feet so smelly and BD thinks I'm crazy, but I absolutely love, love, love the smell of those feet....Especially when they've been in shoes all day without socks! Oh yeah, that's a smell that lingers...
Fa and I were out most of the morning today and RT was a pretty well behaved little man. He only ripped up my magazines that the mailman slipped through the mail slot in my back door. I forget that that is where RT is living and that is where the mail gets flung. So he 'read' BD's Sports Illustrated and ripped it to smithereens...Poor BD.
We came home and lo and behold. No doodie flinging. I was surprised but ecstatic. I didn't have much fecal schmearing..only a few spatterings on some toys and the magazines...I threw everything out. Nice.
It's so farking hot here in NYC and my house didn't smell, so that made me quite happy. I walked into a sweet smelling, doodieless home. I like that. I expected it to smell like Penn Station again. Then I went shopping for some basics like paper towels (since I used up a whole 9 pack in a week) and when I got home, BD was cleaning up the shredded wee wee pad... I'm glad I missed it.
I hafta go now. BD is feeling abandoned by the time I spend on this blog. "We don't have a relationship anymore!" Aw, how sweet. He misses me...Shucks.
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