Sunday, December 24, 2006
Okay, I'm going to tell you the full story of what happened with the dog. I'm warning you now -- if you have a weak stomach, you'd best skip on over this tale.
I went to let the dog back in this morning when I noticed that, uh-oh, she must have had diarrhea. Let's just say her hindquarters were a mess and leave it at that. The husband wasn't here, so I just left her outside 'til he could get back and help me figure out what to do. All I knew was that I couldn't possibly let her into my freshly cleaned house like that. Husband gets back, and we take a pack of baby wipes outside and go to work on her. That helps a little; but not all that much. So we brought her inside and he held her down while I went to work on her butt with soap and water and paper towels. Let me just say I was gagging all the while, not a jingle bell in sight. Next, it was decided that it was necessary to perform an emergency haircut. I barbered her behind, which I'm sure the groomer will have something to say about next time he sees her. She looked pretty funky when I finished, but the unsightly stinkiness was gone. To finish off the operation, I sprayed her butt with a nice-smelling cologne. I'm sure the company must have wondered why my dog's posterior end smelled like Lagerfeld but, hey, it beat the alternative. What a way to start off a Christmas Eve, huh?
Today's company has been, been fed and given drinks (enough drinks that they didn't notice anything odd about the dog), and are now gone. I'm really, really hoping not to have a rerun of this problem tomorrow, when LOTS of people are coming.
Husband got a very nice gift from my stepson-in-law -- the flag, folded and encased in glass, that his unit flew over Baghdad. He just returned stateside last week and will remain in the U.S. for about a year before he'll have to return to Iraq.
I've said it before but it bears repeating -- Merry Christmas to you all!