I wanted to post this earlier, but didn't have the time.
The last time I uttered those same words, it was about 4 AM and I had just stepped in something warm and squishy!
During the day, our lovely pound puppy had figured out how to open the door to the garage (she gets the basement all to herself during the day and can sleep on the couches down there) and helped herself to the bag of garbage waiting to go out. It had all kinds of GOOD stuff in it, like egg shells and other types of "garbage to humans but gourmet to doggies" stuff.
I got out of bed at 4 AM to check on her and see if she needed to go out, knowing that this stuff was bound to errupt from her tushie at some point. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the front door to look out, and that is when it happened. Yep, stepped in a big pile of warm squishy stuff. At first I was thinking "hairball" from a kitty, but then I got the whif of it and I nearly gagged. Hopped into the bathroom and hosed off my foot and then started to collect the tools from around the house.
I couldn't be mad at her.......but ohhhh, was I steamed. A few curse words passed from my lips as she laid there with that "Whoops, sorry mom" look on her face.
I also think that last week I was talking about having two homeless kitties............this happened when I discovered that they had chewed through my internet connection.
Animals are great! But animals are frustrating. When I first read this post, I knew it was a "venting" moment. Maybe that's because I don't take these msg boards so seriously? Maybe that's why I spend most of my time lurking.
And I wonder what is worse....pooping in the crate, or shreading the 150 dollar dog bed that we bought?????