As I contemplate the future of my blog ( or lack thereof) I started going back to some of my early posts. I got a lot of hits on the following post. It still grosses me out. And makes me laugh.
I'm dogsitting for my neighbors who are in Boston right now. They have two good sized dogs. One of them is a hyper lab who jumps on me and doesn't listen. But I am very comfortable with dogs and can handle them pretty well. We used to have two beautiful Rottweillers (R.I.P).
Anyway, I digress. I put them in the house in their designated bedroom on Monday night around 10pm. Early the next morning I go over to let them outside. I walk in the house and IMMEDIATELY smell dog crap. Oh no. I open their bedroom door and one of them has had horrible diarrhea ALL OVER THE HARDWOOD FLOOR! It's been there for hours. I put the dogs outside and spend the better part of an hour cleaning up this crap. It's everywhere. Poor dog. Poor hardwood floor. It sat there for so long that there are water stains on the floor now. It's disgusting. The whole house smells. I clean, clean and clean some more.
After I'm all done I call my husband (Motorcycle hunk). "What's grosser than gross?" I ask him, thinking that I've got the best story EVER! He says, without missing a beat, "the guy that I saw taking a crap on the sidewalk this morning on my way to work". Oh man. This is a better story than mine. "Did you walk right by him?" I asked. "Oh yea, I was 10 feet away and he had diarrhea, I could hear it" said Motorcycle hunk. "And what's worse is that he was right next to a Port-a-potty".
Um. OK. You win. That really is grosser than gross.
Oh. And I never "babysat" for my neighbor's dogs again. I was pregnant with Addison just a few short months later. Yes.. very convenient. I know.
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