Because It Isn’t About Poo or My Backyard


April 23, 2008 by Marj Hatzell

It’s aboutpuke.

As in, dog puke.

As in, I was groggy, stumbled into the family room to open the slider and let her out this morning (because she was whining to go out, a rarity).

As in, stepped in the dog puke that was RIGHT NEXT TO THE DOOR.  And my curtain (the ones I took down and spent the entire weekend washing) was hanging into it.  And I washed the rug for the dog foot prints, so she puked on the high-end wool area rug.

Sigh.  Never a dull moment.

3 thoughts on “Because It Isn’t About Poo or My Backyard

  1. Angela says:

    ((HUGS))… There never is a dull moment, is there?

  2. Sharon says:

    How did my dog get in your house????

    She likes to eat as much grass as doggily possible during the day then leave it for me at the foot of the stairs…at night…when everybody else is sleeping. She uses a secret whimper that only Moms can hear. Husbands and children are immune to her cries. I definitely relate to your frustration….

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