Being a mom to fur babies isn’t always peaches and cream, bacon and catnip. Pets are selfish. And gross. This week Wellesley killed a baby rabbit so I had to scoop up Stewie Jr. with a shovel and throw him over the fence. Rip lil dude.
Last night Bob and I took the dogs for a walk so I slipped into my Crocs at the front door. I know, I know.
Wellesley isn’t a normal dog when it comes to relieving himself. He doesn’t sniff out the fire hydrants or shrubs to pee on. That is such a waste of time. Instead, he prefers to pee while walking on the sidewalk. Like, “No big deal. Just peeing AND walking because I’m THAT coordinated. Plus, I don’t want my pee to burn your grass out, so I’ll do you the favor of peeing on your sidewalk instead”.
Tonight his…ummm.. multitasking talent landed directly onto my crocs with the holes in them. Warm, wet, dog pee. In my shoes. Directly on my foot.
I was grossed out but then Bob and I laughed hysterically all the way back home. I tried to give Bob a few roundhouse kicks from behind with my pee-stink foot. Later, while still walking back home, I spotted my favorite flowers.
Me: See those flowers? They smell so good and they are called Peonies!
Bob: Are you sure they aren’t called pee-on-me’s?
Ba-da-bum. He’ll be here all night folks.
Happy Mother’s Day to all my new mommy friends out there! And to the bestest mum I could ask for. Enjoy this video of mom having a fit of laughter because she got the definition of “milano” wrong and realized her mistake. She laughed until she cried. I love you mum!