SOLSC, March 16, 2017

Sometimes the best comedy is real life, even at 12:37am.

We have two dogs in our house right now.  They are literally the canine yin and yang, dancing around each other but rarely if ever actually touching, physically or emotionally.

IMG_7159The pup is an 18 month old bundle of unbridled energy.  She needs a good long run or ski every day and even though she is 60 pounds she can sprint at full speed the 50 feet from the front of our house to the back, deftly maneuvering around a sharp cornered coffee table and not smashing through the glass patio door.  She loves, loves, loves to chew and while she has mostly learned that shoes, gloves and toilet paper are off limits, she will still deliver them to us just to make sure we haven’t changed our minds.

The old man is the epitome of doggie downers, the most mellowIMG_7307 dog ever.  In the past few months, this 14 year old love dog has been having hard time telling us when he needs to go out thus he
has been having a lot of accidents in the house.  Over the course of one week, many of these accidents occurred on the used-to-be-white rug under the coffee table.  We have steam cleaned it multiple times and about 2
weeks ago we gave up and threw the rug out and ordered a new one.   When it arrived we decided to leave it upstairs in our bedroom as the old dog can’t climb the stairs any longer.

Last night we wanted to watch tv.  The pup was antsy so we gave her a newly purchased and extra meaty bone.  That dog can chew on a bone for hours so we knew it was the perfect babysitter for the evening.  We enjoyed our show, she enjoyed her bone.  All was good.

Until 12:37 am.  If you have pets or children, you know the sound.  It wakes you instantly from the deepest of sleeps, that wretching sound just before it all comes up.  I flew out of bed knowing that the pup was about to throw up on the brand new rug.  I managed to get to her and move her before she threw up the second time but the first one, the biggest one, landed right smack in the middle of that pristine rug.  My husband and I turned on the light to find the HUGEST pile of puke ever.  All of her dinner and all of that bone marrow, swelled to double the size, in one giant pile.  I turned to take her downstairs and outside so I could gather what I needed to clean it all up.

The pup and I stumbled down the stairs and by the light of the moon, I started through the kitchen to the back door.  That is when my foot, fortunately covered by a sock, squished into something unfamiliar.  All I could do was hold my foot up and yell, “Eeewww”.  My husband flipped on the light to reveal a trail of dog poop across the kitchen floor.

I am quite sure at this point that both dogs were laughing hysterically, in their own canine way.  And we had to laugh as well.  Sometimes life scripts it better than the best of  writers could.IMG_7076

 

 

 

 

 

Advertisements

7 thoughts on “SOLSC, March 16, 2017

  1. Gorgeous dogs – great story! OMG, what a mess, but we love our dogs unconditionally, so that’s the way it goes. My Lucy, a three year old black lab, was the cause of my broken foot. Three surgeries later, I still love her. On another note, I love your writing style. I especially liked this line, “… and while she has mostly learned that shoes, gloves and toilet paper are off limits, she will still deliver them to us just to make sure we haven’t changed our minds.” Thanks for sharing!

    Like

    1. Yes, we do love those dogs unconditionally. Today she found a fresh deer leg, rolled in it and then tried to bring it to me. Needless to say, I did not accept her gift and we went straight to the dog wash! Love them indeed!

      Like

  2. failingreatly

    Dogs have a way of keeping us on our toes, don’t they! I can sympathize with your old pup’s situation, having gone through it recently. I finally gave up and started buying cheaper rugs.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s