That sentence pretty much sums up my feelings last night and this afternoon.
Let me start from the beginning...
I ran out of dog food, so I bought a new huge bag of it. It wouldn't fit in Ruby's food container so I rigged it so most of it fit, but it still stuck out the top. I figured, nah, Ruby won't mess with it. Then, I go to work.
I come home last night after a lovely evening with a friend (I had another friend let Ruby out at 5ish so please don't think I left her inside for 15 hours without food or a potty break) to find poo and pee all over the bathroom. This is very weird because Ruby has an excellent hold-it-till-Mommy-gets-home bladder. So I think, "I'll go change into yucky clothes to clean this up." So I walk into my bedroom, notice the bed sheets are all messed up, do a double take, and what did I find? Barf. Everywhere. All over my bed. This made Bobo look like an amateur. Anyway, upon closer inspection, I find that the sheets are shredded and the barf is on my mattress. Through my shock, I walk into my closet to find my clothes all messed up. Then I walk back through the living room to retrieve cleaning supplies and I find barf on the couch.
Ruby got into the janked up dog food container (which was definitely my fault completely) and ate, in modest estimate, about a gallon of food. In one sitting. That's about 8x the normal amount.
So I spent 5 hours cleaning then 3 hours listening to her whimper and bark.
I got no sleep last night.
Side note - I had parents call me names today and I missed a doctor's appointment this morning due to lack of preparation for school from lack of sleep, so I earned a "no show" on Kevin's medical record.
Needless to say, it wasn't a great day.
If only it ended there.
Then when I got home today, the day light illuminated the many other spots of pee and barf that I missed last night because it was too dark to see them. So I cleaned barf off of: the carpet in about 10 spots, the closet, the bed skirt, my jacket, my sleeping pants, 3 blankets, the wall, electrical cords, the side of a trash can, a door, bricks (fireplace), 2 rugs, a dog bed, and a couch pillow.
I love Ruby. And I genuinely have hope that one day I will see the humor in this, but right now I hate my dog.
3 comments:
OH MY GOSH!!! my mind is a complete blank right now trying to put my thoughts together for a comment. just speechless. what an utter nightmare. i think i would have murdered eerwin right then and there and if i couldn't do that, it definitely would have been the last straw and we would no longer be dog owners. oh cameron! that just sucks! i'm so sorry you had to clean that all up by yourself!!
on another note, thank you for your nice comment on my blog. i just got back from dropping him off, so here it begins! thanks for your support!
Which parents called you names? Better not have been any of my parents from last year. I am so sorry you had a rough day, if you need anything, you call me: )
I'll tell you the name calling story in person. But no, it wasn't one of your students. It was one of Amy's. You know who.
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