So my sweet darling husband decided to be nice to me this morning and allow me the opportunity to sleep in. He took Becca to school this morning so that I wouldn’t have to drive all the way into town and back. So tell me why I’m sitting here checking emails, and writing an update at 7:30 in the morning? Oh and why do I have one hell of a lump on my forehead? I’ll tell you why. DOGS! They suck and if anyone wants 2, please give me a call because I’ve had enough and I’m about to boot both these suckers out of my new home. I’ve HAD IT.
We all made a pact that we would become “upper class” in the new house instead of poor white trash (the way we lived in our previous house). Well, the only way to do that is to get rid of these dogs…. Or Becca and well, that’s not ever going to happen. This past Saturday, Luna christened my beautiful wood floor with a trail of turds going across the room. Whether it was due to a sick belly or Chris failing to listen to her when she asked to go out, we’ll never know. The floor had poop and I’m pissed. Last night, we picked up chicken wings from Publix. After dinner, as I was scrapping my bones into the garbage, I remarked to my very intelligent, very mature daughter to be sure to either “hide” the bones in the garbage or when she’ finished scrapping the dinner plates, to tie up the trash because Pagan has been being very naughty lately and digging into the garbage. Bad mommy, I failed to double check her work AND I gave her options. You would figure that a child of almost 12 AND academically gifted, she’d understand that concept of keeping the bones from the dogs. NOT!
I never heard them leave this morning for school, I was able to sleep and enjoy the peace… until Luna’s cold nose hit me in the arm and I shot out of bed and promptly dropped kicked her off the bed. As I was snuggling down I heard this gagging noise, still sleeping it didn’t register until my stomach started turning with the noise, I jump out of bed and promptly scream because Pagan is now throwing up this huge pile of green slime. I start running down the stairs screaming for him to follow… he does, and promptly pukes on my stairs. UGH! I’m furious, Luna’s barking like a mad dog and Pagan is puking his guts out all over my freaking carpet. I get Pagan outside and Luna just sits there, right at the door refusing to walk outside. It’s a game she plays; she wants us to believe she’s in charge. If we tell her to go outside, she plays dead and refuses. NOT today, I turn around to see where she is and accidentally slam my head into the door jam. OUCH! That pissed me off even more, so Luna was then thrown out the door. SHE had the nerve to look offended. I then spend the next 10 minutes trying my hardest not to cuss, scream and bang the rest of my head against the wall. I’ve cleaned up the puke and find large chunks of chicken bones in it. OH BOY; is Becca lucky she’s in school today. It gives me more time to think of a very nice punishment for her. I think today is a good day to walk the back yard and pooper scoop it. Don’t you…
So today the plan is to spend the day here at the house and get it in order and for once, I seriously have the urge to go over to the old house and finish the projects there. Strange. I’ve got to get this house in order this week because my girls from Girl Scouts are coming over Friday for an “idea session” to figure out what we want to do next year as Cadets. I’ve told the parents they were not welcome, they were to go out and have fun and we’d keep the girls. Two of the moms that NEVER come to meetings, have decided that they were staying for the meeting this time. UGH! It drives me crazy! And no, don’t ask because you already know the answer. I did NOT remind them that they were not invited. I just smiled and kept my mouth shut as usual.
14 hours later…… I HATE DOGS! I want them removed from my house immediately before I have them for dinner… Tonight is the 2nd night I have left Chris and the dogs alone since we’ve been in the new house and this is the 2nd time a dog has SHIT on my floors. This time it wasn’t on the easy to clean wood flooring. NO! It was in the middle of the fucking floor upstairs on my beautiful grey carpet AND it wasn’t just tiny little turds, this fucking dog had diarrhea all over my floor. I am so pissed. Why did I buy a beautiful expensive house and promise to become a step above white trash when I allowed these nasty vile creatures to come along with me. I am so freaking done with these two dogs. UGH!
Temper gone, Chris and I spent a few minutes scrubbing and cursing and we’ve got the stain up. Tomorrow I will go and purchase some woolite or some other deodorizer to remove the smell. Good thing the carpet has stain guard….I just can’t win….
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