Shitsplosion
Apr. 15th, 2005 11:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
norsegirlThis is what I came home to last night. There is no better word to describe it (and I'm testing to see if the spell checker looks at the subject line, since last I checked, "shitsplosion" wasn't word, no matter how perfect it may be to describe this situation - addendum, no, it does not check the subject line).
We went to the Jade Empire launch party. It was ho hum. The food was mediocre (the sushi was downright bad - I hate bad sushi), the entertainment was amateur (local Chinese clubs as usual when you have one of these asian-inspired theme things). There were "psychics" there doing tea leaf readings. My reading had me starting up a brave new adventure that I'm going to enjoy - well, it won't be CASB, that's for sure. She pegged that we were going through financial difficulties and it would take a while to come out of it (I'm newly graduated student aged - um, duh). She thinks I will get pregnant and buy a house in the next few months - bwahahahahaha! We left later than I would have liked because once I was in line for the stupid tea leaf reading I wanted it done, and it took FOREVER.
Upon walking in the door (in our basement, a whole story and a closed door away from the dogs) we could already smell it. Earlier this week they destroyed a dog bed. When Lizzy was sick all the time and not her usual peppy self, we assumed she'd eaten some of it and decided to keep an eye on her in case she got worse. Well, last night we learned how much of the dog bed she ate. Yikes. She's been on a diet recently since she gained a few pounds over the winter. I assumed it wasn't working. She actually has a waist again now that she not literally full of stuffing. Fibre-fill is apparently not digestible - ya don't say.
Anyway, the ENTIRE kitchen floor was painted with shit, pee and undigested dog bed bits. Wads of wet, stinky fabric and stuffing were EVERYWHERE. I immediately sent the dogs outside, gave my husband the leashes and told them to get lost for at least a half hour. I then had to scrub the entire floor on my hands and knees to get rid of the 3dimensional bits. And then mop it with bleach to disinfect, as well as cleaning the cage, the bedding, and all their toys. At least I know FOR SURE that it is clean now. Then my husband brought the dogs home and I took them upstairs one at a time for baths. I did not let their filthy little feet touch anything pre-bath. They were miserable, as dogs always are in the tub. Post dog baths I had to bathe myself - 'cause eeewwwww. When this was all done it was 2 or 3am - I don't really recall exactly. Then it was off to bed with wet hair and a husband who insisted on "snuggling" (I can't sleep while being "snuggled" and I was damned tired after all that). On the bright side, this morning I woke up to a pristine, bleach-scented kitchen and soft, fluffy, clean (and happy and healthy) beagles. Lizzy is in SO MUCH better shape than she has been all week. It's nice to see my little girl is feeling better. She's actually feeling playful again instead of miserable all the time. I on the other hand feel like I've been run over. I am soooo tired and I have accomplished NOTHING at work all week, so this is going to be a crappy weekend. Here's hoping the "crappy" part isn't literal. Please god let that have been ALL of the dog bed.
We went to the Jade Empire launch party. It was ho hum. The food was mediocre (the sushi was downright bad - I hate bad sushi), the entertainment was amateur (local Chinese clubs as usual when you have one of these asian-inspired theme things). There were "psychics" there doing tea leaf readings. My reading had me starting up a brave new adventure that I'm going to enjoy - well, it won't be CASB, that's for sure. She pegged that we were going through financial difficulties and it would take a while to come out of it (I'm newly graduated student aged - um, duh). She thinks I will get pregnant and buy a house in the next few months - bwahahahahaha! We left later than I would have liked because once I was in line for the stupid tea leaf reading I wanted it done, and it took FOREVER.
Upon walking in the door (in our basement, a whole story and a closed door away from the dogs) we could already smell it. Earlier this week they destroyed a dog bed. When Lizzy was sick all the time and not her usual peppy self, we assumed she'd eaten some of it and decided to keep an eye on her in case she got worse. Well, last night we learned how much of the dog bed she ate. Yikes. She's been on a diet recently since she gained a few pounds over the winter. I assumed it wasn't working. She actually has a waist again now that she not literally full of stuffing. Fibre-fill is apparently not digestible - ya don't say.
Anyway, the ENTIRE kitchen floor was painted with shit, pee and undigested dog bed bits. Wads of wet, stinky fabric and stuffing were EVERYWHERE. I immediately sent the dogs outside, gave my husband the leashes and told them to get lost for at least a half hour. I then had to scrub the entire floor on my hands and knees to get rid of the 3dimensional bits. And then mop it with bleach to disinfect, as well as cleaning the cage, the bedding, and all their toys. At least I know FOR SURE that it is clean now. Then my husband brought the dogs home and I took them upstairs one at a time for baths. I did not let their filthy little feet touch anything pre-bath. They were miserable, as dogs always are in the tub. Post dog baths I had to bathe myself - 'cause eeewwwww. When this was all done it was 2 or 3am - I don't really recall exactly. Then it was off to bed with wet hair and a husband who insisted on "snuggling" (I can't sleep while being "snuggled" and I was damned tired after all that). On the bright side, this morning I woke up to a pristine, bleach-scented kitchen and soft, fluffy, clean (and happy and healthy) beagles. Lizzy is in SO MUCH better shape than she has been all week. It's nice to see my little girl is feeling better. She's actually feeling playful again instead of miserable all the time. I on the other hand feel like I've been run over. I am soooo tired and I have accomplished NOTHING at work all week, so this is going to be a crappy weekend. Here's hoping the "crappy" part isn't literal. Please god let that have been ALL of the dog bed.
