Aug 31, 2010 12:23
A bad morning=
Wake to make coffee and let the dogs out only to be told there's a mess in the kitchen right before Cullen leaves. Who pooped on the floor? I don't know.
Put Ivan on the pot to go potty in the morning, he won't sit. As Cullen is talking to me, he pees all over me. Yes, funny, but now for a bath.
I go to tell the dogs how bad they are and clean up the poop. I tell Dexter he's bad, throw him outside and go to get Cindy off the couch... and step in a large puddle of slimy dog vomit.
We are out of Paper towels.
I push the dog vomit out the door with a dirty (dog pissed on) blanket from outside and vomit on it as I push it out the door.
I have high hopes the bad luck is over, and the rest of the day will be fine.
Stinking mornings.