Thursday we got another dog. I'm not sure what you are thinking, but it might be: what?! It's not permanant. Our friend just moved out here to go to school in Moorpark, about 40 min from Past-The-Dena, and she found a dog on her drive out here. This dog is, part Lab, part Pitbull or Rotweiler (?). We're not sure on the second half. He's big, muscular, and really, nothing like Herman--except for the ailments. Maverick has worms. He also is not house trained.
Last night was C-razy. We had a Picnic/BBQ with friends from church. So we left our dogs in the back room, Maverick in the kennel and herman out, free to do what he wanted. Herman had been pretty good so far with the new dog around. Maverick was doing well too, not making a mess in his kennel. So we left at about six in the pm. The BBQ was great--good conversations, good people, and very good times. we left around 9, because we had got up pretty early attending to our new dog. Arriving home, we noticed a distinct odor when approaching the door. It smelled like poo. Opening the door revealed the worst. Maverick had poo-ed in his kennel and he had walked in it--basically smushing it all over. We were aghast. Okay, I was aghast. So the next two hours or so, we cleaned up a kennel the dark, washed a dog in the dark, and lived in the smell of dog. The worst part (or the best part depending on who you ask) was that our neighbors were throwing a birthday party next door. Now, this was party, balloons, food, and music--no Polka, blarring. Now, had we just been chilling at home, I may have been a little torked, that they were playing this (in my humble opinion) crappy music so loud, so late at night. But since we had the pleasure of washing off the kennel and the dog, it was quite comical. Right over the fence, people are having a grand old time, dancing the night away, and we are washing this dog with flee and tick shampoo, not able to hear each other because the music was so loud. We then chose to leave Maverick outside because he was sopping wet. He barked some, which would have been way too loud for that hour, but it was conviently paired with loud annoying music. Mmm. Polka.
I felt kinda bad, leaving him out there--but he was used to it when he lived with Chantelle. And the added bonus of adding to their party was kind of a guilty pleasure. I mean, c'mon, they blare music all the time--especially early on saturday morning, it felt good to add to the noise just a little. And we didn't leave him out longer than they danced. Eventually, around 11, we took him in, kept him in the laundry room, and let herman continue his lessons on drunken boxing, while Maverick used the Jujitsu that he learned from a lizard in the desert.
Hope you are well, we're keeping the dogs in check. Eventually, they'll learn the ways of things.
(Raise you glass) Until then, here's to cleaning up dog poo late at night.
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Ahh, your second child, at least, thats the impression that I get! Even if it is a foster child!
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and here's to cleaning up cat vomit right before you have to leave for class!
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aren't dogs way more work than you'd ever think? it seems like there would have to be some in-born concept of not walking in your own poo... but no.
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