I went to bed the other night dreaming up ways to dispose of our animals. I wouldn't have to hire a hit man or anything I could just slowly, one by one, bump them off and make it look like an accident. I know, I'm a horrible person! But I can't help myself! I guarantee the fish would not even be noticed for days, maybe even weeks. Only when the smell made it obvious would the loss be discovered and the devastation set in! The dog, the cat, the gerbil and snake they are just TOO MUCH! I can't keep up!
Aside from the usual care taking there is always something crazy going on! I've always been a true animal lover but I've reach a breaking point.
Our cat has decided she'd rather not cover her poop in the litter box anymore so we are greeted daily with a lovely smell of yuck when we walk through the door. She recently decided rolling in poison ivy was a good idea and then preceded to sweetly rub all over my neck and face!( I'm still taking the steroids weeks later!) Last night I woke to the sound of a puking cat at 2am ! I was so tired and the thought of cleaning up puke at 2am made ME gag so I decided to just go back to sleep and deal with it in the morning. NO DOING! Because then I laid there for the next few minutes listening to her gobble it back up!
Our Gerbil (nocturnal as it may be) runs on his wheel nightly which he strategically and so ingeniously moves against the glass wall of the cage. The noise wakes me up nightly then I have to stumble upstairs and restrain myself from flushing him down the toilet!
Our dog Junior climbs on the furniture covering it with slobber, eye boogers and god knows what else. He so considerately chooses a different couch or chair daily. I can't leave him outside because he escapes. He has eaten all of both the kids Halloween candy (which left me hundreds of dollars poorer after the vet bill) and then thrown up on my white Pottery Barn rug . He pees regularly on the same spot of a different rug, and just the other day I came home and found a puddle the size of a lake in our semi-formal and rarely used living room. Since we only use that room to walk through, there is no telling how long it's been there.
I swear they are all out to get me!
Only here's the thing ... when it comes down to it I would be just as devastated (and will be) when something REALLY goes bad.
Junior is so old now but he still would climb the stairs every night to be with his Arden. He loves her so much and has been a life saver to us all over the years with his way of comforting her. EVERY time she cries he painfully lifts himself up to go be with her. He is her protector, companion and security. She reads to him, still dresses him up and has served him tea on many occasions. When she is scared , he is there. He has taught her so much about patience, friendship and true, giving love.
The other morning he fell from the top of the stairs all the way down. It was gut wrenching! And the reality of probably someday soon loosing him breaks my heart for Arden.
Arden now sleeps downstairs in the guest bedroom. Probably indefinitely ( until the inevitable happens and we lose Junior.
So I guess just like everything else in life it's good and bad, give and take. Granted the MOM is the one doing most of the giving on the human side. But to see how much the kids get in the end ,makes all the frustration worth it! God help me remember that the next time I'm scooping poop!
Aside from the usual care taking there is always something crazy going on! I've always been a true animal lover but I've reach a breaking point.
Our cat has decided she'd rather not cover her poop in the litter box anymore so we are greeted daily with a lovely smell of yuck when we walk through the door. She recently decided rolling in poison ivy was a good idea and then preceded to sweetly rub all over my neck and face!( I'm still taking the steroids weeks later!) Last night I woke to the sound of a puking cat at 2am ! I was so tired and the thought of cleaning up puke at 2am made ME gag so I decided to just go back to sleep and deal with it in the morning. NO DOING! Because then I laid there for the next few minutes listening to her gobble it back up!
Our Gerbil (nocturnal as it may be) runs on his wheel nightly which he strategically and so ingeniously moves against the glass wall of the cage. The noise wakes me up nightly then I have to stumble upstairs and restrain myself from flushing him down the toilet!
Our dog Junior climbs on the furniture covering it with slobber, eye boogers and god knows what else. He so considerately chooses a different couch or chair daily. I can't leave him outside because he escapes. He has eaten all of both the kids Halloween candy (which left me hundreds of dollars poorer after the vet bill) and then thrown up on my white Pottery Barn rug . He pees regularly on the same spot of a different rug, and just the other day I came home and found a puddle the size of a lake in our semi-formal and rarely used living room. Since we only use that room to walk through, there is no telling how long it's been there.
I swear they are all out to get me!
Only here's the thing ... when it comes down to it I would be just as devastated (and will be) when something REALLY goes bad.
Junior is so old now but he still would climb the stairs every night to be with his Arden. He loves her so much and has been a life saver to us all over the years with his way of comforting her. EVERY time she cries he painfully lifts himself up to go be with her. He is her protector, companion and security. She reads to him, still dresses him up and has served him tea on many occasions. When she is scared , he is there. He has taught her so much about patience, friendship and true, giving love.
The other morning he fell from the top of the stairs all the way down. It was gut wrenching! And the reality of probably someday soon loosing him breaks my heart for Arden.
Arden now sleeps downstairs in the guest bedroom. Probably indefinitely ( until the inevitable happens and we lose Junior.
So I guess just like everything else in life it's good and bad, give and take. Granted the MOM is the one doing most of the giving on the human side. But to see how much the kids get in the end ,makes all the frustration worth it! God help me remember that the next time I'm scooping poop!
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Janie, I laughed so much at this post! I love your blog, I'm so glad you are doing it. I'll be a faithful reader - it makes you seem not so far away :)
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