- Took a quick jaunt to see his family
- Worked all freakin' night and day to get both of our houses on the market
- Stunk up the joint with our BO due to working all freakin' night and day
- Actually got both houses staged and listed
- Died from exhaustion
The end.
When you actually list your house, it's rather anti-climatic. I mean, here you've been slaving away, doing all those little projects you always intended to do but didn't because, well, you have a life? And cleaning? And trying to act like Everything Is Fine Please Don't Feel the Need to Mark Your Territory so your dogs don't, you know, mark their territory?
And then your friend the realtor comes over, and you take pictures and hang out at the dining room table for an hour and poof! Your house is on the market. There's no trumpet sounding, no confetti to celebrate that yahoo! You did it! But that's OK, as confetti would just be one more damned thing I'd have to clean up.
I guess the most remarkable thing about the last week - other than the fact that I went five days without washing my hair and actually got to the point where I had smelled bad for so long that I ceased to smell myself? Other than that?
Well, Foxie Doxie and Lil' Frankfurter boarded at the vet over the weekend. And they appeared to have a great time. But a little something happened when we got home that made me think that Lil' Frank, my 7-pound stud, was a little not right during his time away from home. Something was a bit irregular.
He did this within five minutes of getting home.
I know it's gross, but dude. I had to capture this. I wear a size 6.5 shoe. That's a big-ass poo. I think he held it all weekend. I had no idea he was one of those guys who can only do the doo at home.
And that? Has been my week.
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6 comments:
Whoa. It's a good thing you brought him home when you did. Otherwise he could have exploded and then you'd have had a real mess to deal with.
OMG Yet another reason why I adore you. Really. I mean it. That IS a very long pooh, and it DID need to be recorded.
o. m. g.
you poor sweet pup must have been so uncomfortable! yowza! That's the poo that ate Los Angeles! Like something from SouthPark! *ha!
And this is why you will be so stinkin' happy to go back to work. The. End.
If it's any consolation my poor (large, very fluffy) cat, who is melting in the excruciating heatwave, barfed on my bed the other evening and I DIDN'T NOTICE TILL THE NEXT MORNING - meaning I slept in a bed with a hot, snarky, melting feline and HIS BARF all night.
*sigh*
That is one big-ass poo. Although, what other type of poo would he have, right? Just ass poo. Ha ha!
I've never stank so bad that I stopped smelling myself. You amaze me.
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