Stench
Ok, so this is not the first time that my darling dog has been playing in the backyard and ended up rolling in poop. She is pretty laid back when she comes in and basically points to her neck/face area to show off her newly acquired poo-necklace. VILE. When she pulled this little move today, I was running out of the house for a lunch meeting. I threw her poo-crusted collar into the sink and left her in her quarters (upstairs guest bath). I figured when I returned from my meeting I would give her a quick bath, with the aide of haz-mat gloves, and she would be back to her charming non-shit smelling condition. How wrong I was.
After three scrubbings, I called SugarBalls my constant companion/gay boyfriend (maybe one day he will be my gay husband. I can only hope.) Poor SugarBalls didn't know what hit him when he answered the phone and The P was screaming, "I can't seem to get the shit smell off!!!! Help!" Unfortuately, SugarBalls was no help as he collapsed into peals of laughter on the other end of the phone. Thanks SugarBalls, I will remember that.
Finally, after some serious scrubbing and maybe a little lemon juice (just a little), Dolce is back to her precious self.
Happy Tuesday. May the smell of poo not be your companion.
After three scrubbings, I called SugarBalls my constant companion/gay boyfriend (maybe one day he will be my gay husband. I can only hope.) Poor SugarBalls didn't know what hit him when he answered the phone and The P was screaming, "I can't seem to get the shit smell off!!!! Help!" Unfortuately, SugarBalls was no help as he collapsed into peals of laughter on the other end of the phone. Thanks SugarBalls, I will remember that.
Finally, after some serious scrubbing and maybe a little lemon juice (just a little), Dolce is back to her precious self.
Happy Tuesday. May the smell of poo not be your companion.

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