Welcome to my world!

My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...

Friday, January 11, 2013

Shit Happens, Part MIIVICLVII

Wow.  I woke up to a big pile of it this morning.  The Daddler started sputtering when I walked into the kitchen.  He marched me into the dining room to see Lucy's, ummm, deposit.  See, it was raining yesterday and she's phobic of water.  Apparently, she shat yesterday and The D cleaned it up.

Since the smell thrust me to the verge of vomiting, I asked the Man of the House if he would take care of the problem.  He told me, in no uncertain terms, that he'd handled it yesterday, and it was up to me today.  Since he's somewhat olfactorily challenged, I decided to suck it up.  Hold my breath.  Deal with it.  I did.  But not without noticing several other spots.  Involving urine. 

I swear, I'm going to rip up that hideous carpet and walk around on plywood.  That probably wouldn't be a great idea, though, because it would absorb the odors.  She's done so well since we got the carpet cleaned this summer.

Yesterday, I mentioned to the vet that she chews everything in sight.  I wondered when she'd outgrow it.  He said, and I quote, "If dogs had opposible thumbs, they'd be chain smokers."  That confused me until he clarified.  "Some dogs have oral fixations."  I just have to shake my head and shrug my shoulders at that.

It's a good thing she's so damn cute. 

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