Friday, November 12, 2010

A Friday Montage

Boredom set in early today.  Maybe it was the gloomy day.  Maybe it was because I was sick.  But it was pretty dull around the Turner house today.

I'm happy to announce that I've been approved through and now have a VERY simple Petfinder presence.  Since there are no cats for adoption, the only phone calls I've been receiving are from people who have either found a cat or want to surrender a cat.  It doesn't take long, does it?   I've asked for new volunteer foster homes beginning in January, so hopefully we'll be able to start rescuing soon.  :)

I have a confession to make.  Anybody who is married or living with a partner might be able to relate to what I'm about to confess.

Last night at 3 a.m, our VERY old dog "Maggie" started whining to go outside.  She went back and forth - first to me....then to David.  She'd periodically give a high pitched YIP!, but we basically both ignored her.  I ignored her because I was sick and felt that David needed to get out of our warm bed and let her outside.   Somewhere at 4 a.m, in a huff I whipped back the covers, put on a robe and trudged downstairs to let Maggie outside to pee.  She came back dutifully, and I decided to use the washroom while I was up.   

To my horror, my poor old dog must've had some pretty urgent tummy troubles at 3 a.m, because there in front of the toilet was the BIGGEST pile of diarrhea I had ever seen.  She must've walked all around the washroom letting it drip.  It was awful and I felt terribly guilty for ignoring her for an hour.  But maybe not guilty enough, because I used another washroom in the house and tiptoed back to bed, leaving the mound of diarrhea in the washroom floor.

David gets up at 5 a.m. to go to work.  I knew he'd be the first to see it.  I heard him turn off the alarm clock and pull back the covers.  Something I've heard him do hundreds of times in our marriage.  He walked into our washroom and I could hear him stop.  He sighed.  He coughed.  I buried my head into the pillow to stifle a laugh.  I could hear him pull tissue after tissue out of the box of Kleenex.  The toilet must've flushed a dozen times. 

I feel guilty.  I really do.  I've been bored all day and the poor guy had to clean up a HUGE pile of poop before leaving for work at 6 a.m..  Me?  I had my nails done, took cold medicine, and read a book by the fire.  I suck.

Here's the evidence of my boredom:

Looks like I have some making up to do this weekend.  French Maid outfit might be coming out.  :)


Josie said...

I haven't allowed myself the luxury of leaving something for my hubby to clean up...I'm somewhat ocd...tho when Bella ended up throwing up on the bed, it was on his side...and I did briefly think 'maybe I can just leave it....' I caved. :P

Kea said...

LOL! Great story, Beth. My ex and I didn't have four-leggeds while together, so I can't say I ever did that to him. Though frankly, he would have deserved it!

Clementine and Parker look like Nicki. Pretty much dead ringers. :-)

Congrats on having a PetFinder presence! Adopt a is also set up to add Canadian rescue organizations; I have their widget on my Fuzzy Tales site, based on my postal code. If you want to check them out, if you haven't already, their site is

Allison at Novice Life said...

Such a cute video Beth! And you are lucky, even if my husband cleaned that up, I would STILL have to go in and clean after him!

Debbie said...

That video is soo cute.I hope they get adopted together!
My husband has cleaned up poop or puke before, but his is always WAY worse than anything I have have cleaned up!!LOL

shannon said...

how on earth do you tell the tabbies apart?

House of the Discarded said...

Shannon: Everybody asks that question! You'd be surprised :)