Emmie was never a poop eater. Bailey, on the other hand, is quite convinced the cats are leaving little Ferrero Rocher’s in the litter box just for him, but that’s besides the point (and precisely why we own a multitude of baby gates). ANYWAYS.
Emmie WAS never a poop eater now implies she now IS a poop eater, apparently partial to the divine droppings of one Ollie the foster Pug. I know this because Ollie ate a stuffed toy the other day and yesterday when I arrived home to greet her, she promptly upchucked a turd that had wee bits of fluff scattered throughout. Thanks for that, Emmie. Thanks for continuing to be one classy, classy lady.
my zoo
Personal Life
My company is handling revenue loss by dishing out furlough days (mandatory time off without pay) so I’m home for the day. ANYWAYS, not the point of my story. To make the most of it, I am being productive and cleaning like a mad woman. This includes removing and washing the loveseat and sofa covers — much to Bailey’s dismay.
In case you did NOT know, Bailey is MUCH. TOO. IMPORTANT. to sit on the carpet or, dare I say, his DOG BED for the hour and a half this process takes. He’s okay while the sofa covers wash because he still has the loveseat, but if he could speak, this is the conversation I just had with him while attempting to remove the covers on the loveseat — meaning he is left with no above-carpet-level napping options unless he makes the uphill-both-ways-impossible trek upstairs to sleep on the bed. *insert sarcasm*
Me: Bailey, OFF. OFF, Bailey.
Bailey: ::moves an inch to the left::
Me: BAILEY, down. DOWN.
Bailey: ::raises eyebrow::
Me: I will push you off, mister. I’ll do it.
Baikey: *blinks*
Me: BAILEY, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH YOU DON’T NEED TO BE ON HERE!
Bailey: YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I REALLY DO!!!!!
A few missed grabs and three backhand springs later, I give you the face of defeat:
my zoo, pets
Personal Life
