My morning was a Snickers commercial. Standing in my front yard, gripping a towel around my body, I barked at my puppy to go pee outside. This was after little Houdini escaped from his cage. From there he defecated three times on my floor. I was about to turn the shower tap on when he squatted for a fourth pee, so I scooped him up before his bladder let loose. As I shivered in the wind and rain, Makayla rose from bed and took her post at the window screaming for Mommy. I thank God it was before 7 a.m. and dark outside. I’m sure neighbours would have called cops to the scene of a woman in her 30’s, barefoot, in a hot pink towel, roaring profanities like Jack Nicholson.
For the next hour I flip-flopped between morning routine with my girls and plopping Poosko onto the yard repeating pee outside. I cried uncle around the tenth attempt. Poosko bounded into the kitchen, gazed up at me with his brown eyes and took a piss on the carpet. Holy Shitzu I was done!
My home evolved into a gong show over the past month. It’s like whack-a-mole; if he’s not biting the girls, he’s chewing their toys, if he’s not clawing my shins, he’s hitching my pant legs. If he’s not sleeping in his bed, he’s getting jiggy with it. Supposedly my Cockapoo is hypoallergenic, but I have a runny nose and white hair on everything. What the fur was I thinking?
Anyone that’s laid eyes on Poopscoop would agree he surpasses the definition of cuteness. And that’s good, otherwise he’d be in puppy heaven by now. For this reason God made babies cute, whether human or animal. It’s so when we are frustrated up to our eyeballs instead of strangling them, we snuggle them.
I’m sure you can relate. I remember the endless nights of a screaming teether. I was so tired I thought I had twins. As I cuddled Emmalyne in the rocking chair, through the exhaustion I still felt a sense of awe holding my precious daughter. After Makayla has her Incredible Hulk episodes, I still love her. Mothers need their children and fur babies to be cute. It’s a buffer so that we kiss instead of kill. Can I get a witness?
For the next hour I flip-flopped between morning routine with my girls and plopping Poosko onto the yard repeating pee outside. I cried uncle around the tenth attempt. Poosko bounded into the kitchen, gazed up at me with his brown eyes and took a piss on the carpet. Holy Shitzu I was done!
My home evolved into a gong show over the past month. It’s like whack-a-mole; if he’s not biting the girls, he’s chewing their toys, if he’s not clawing my shins, he’s hitching my pant legs. If he’s not sleeping in his bed, he’s getting jiggy with it. Supposedly my Cockapoo is hypoallergenic, but I have a runny nose and white hair on everything. What the fur was I thinking?
Anyone that’s laid eyes on Poopscoop would agree he surpasses the definition of cuteness. And that’s good, otherwise he’d be in puppy heaven by now. For this reason God made babies cute, whether human or animal. It’s so when we are frustrated up to our eyeballs instead of strangling them, we snuggle them.
I’m sure you can relate. I remember the endless nights of a screaming teether. I was so tired I thought I had twins. As I cuddled Emmalyne in the rocking chair, through the exhaustion I still felt a sense of awe holding my precious daughter. After Makayla has her Incredible Hulk episodes, I still love her. Mothers need their children and fur babies to be cute. It’s a buffer so that we kiss instead of kill. Can I get a witness?