10 June 2018
911
R. Linda:
Ah, springtime in New Hampshire! There are bucolic scenes like this shot in me very own garden:
There also be those days when one is out to a barbecue or town supper held behind the one and only church on the green, or even for a day away shopping for things you need to maintain the yard and even a ride to the local creamery for an ice cream cone and where one can spend hours at the golf range before heading on home to one's castle. Yes, sounds so easy, BUT for certain . . . uh types, or shall we say beings left at home all couped up inside BECAUSE they tend to run away if left outside to their own very imaginative devices, and if left INSIDE there be no amount of beds to choose from to take a nap upon leaving a distinct odour behind, or garbage to be emptied (all over the house) or dumping empty water bowls all over the clean kitchen floor because WE are unhappy being LEFT behind. Yes, THOSE beings are called DOGS.
The ones whose dopey expressions as they drool out the open car window, and someone laughs and points and asks, "Is THAT your dog?" Ha ha. Yeah, those beings. Who, if they get a pat on the head, act loopy like it's the best thing that ever happened to them like their owners don't ever pat them on the head and say, "GOOD BOY!" in a voice like you're talking to a child. Yeah, THOSE things.
Yes, please stare at the two photos above because what is to come is horrifying to return home to on such a lovely, sunny spring day in New Hampshire!
The hounds, of which there are currently two because Dragon's hound is visiting along with herself and her broom, took the unmitigated liberty of getting into the two bags of garbage (WHICH were out of the bin drawers and ready to go to the garage, BUT an unnamed eldest kiddo conveniently forgot to do his chores and LOCK the hounds in the mudroom). So the two, being dog Houdini's, unlatched the mudroom door, letting their doggy selves out. Seeing the two bags by the kitchen door, each took one and went upstairs to go through the "goodies bags."
My idiot dog chose the boy's bathroom to distribute the loot while the hound went big for the master bedroom and ate not only whatever thrown-out leftovers were but plastic, a tin can and assorted paper products. The other stupid ate old chocolate (which can be deadly in most cases), flower deadheads, and a plastic spoon. Did I mention, he licked clean any assorted glass jars that may have had food residue left inside. Oh, that tongue, it's long and lethal when it comes to jars, its privates, your face, and heaven knows what else it licks.
Ask me if I was happy upon me idyllic return home. NO, I WAS NOT, the idyllic afternoon turned into a cleanup on aisles five AND SIX! Oh yeah, I made the kiddos pitch in, too, with much complaining, but we got it done. The rug in the master is stained with slobber, apple juice, and God knows what else I don't even want to think about.
So I am out to the store to rent a carpet cleaner and to buy a load of air fresheners and sprays. Not to mention scented candles, a scrub brush and a super duper LOCK for the mudroom door!
Gabe
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911
R. Linda:
Ah, springtime in New Hampshire! There are bucolic scenes like this shot in me very own garden:
There also be those days when one is out to a barbecue or town supper held behind the one and only church on the green, or even for a day away shopping for things you need to maintain the yard and even a ride to the local creamery for an ice cream cone and where one can spend hours at the golf range before heading on home to one's castle. Yes, sounds so easy, BUT for certain . . . uh types, or shall we say beings left at home all couped up inside BECAUSE they tend to run away if left outside to their own very imaginative devices, and if left INSIDE there be no amount of beds to choose from to take a nap upon leaving a distinct odour behind, or garbage to be emptied (all over the house) or dumping empty water bowls all over the clean kitchen floor because WE are unhappy being LEFT behind. Yes, THOSE beings are called DOGS.
The ones whose dopey expressions as they drool out the open car window, and someone laughs and points and asks, "Is THAT your dog?" Ha ha. Yeah, those beings. Who, if they get a pat on the head, act loopy like it's the best thing that ever happened to them like their owners don't ever pat them on the head and say, "GOOD BOY!" in a voice like you're talking to a child. Yeah, THOSE things.
Yes, please stare at the two photos above because what is to come is horrifying to return home to on such a lovely, sunny spring day in New Hampshire!
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| Nice, huh? |
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| Master Bedroom |
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| Boys bathroom |
My idiot dog chose the boy's bathroom to distribute the loot while the hound went big for the master bedroom and ate not only whatever thrown-out leftovers were but plastic, a tin can and assorted paper products. The other stupid ate old chocolate (which can be deadly in most cases), flower deadheads, and a plastic spoon. Did I mention, he licked clean any assorted glass jars that may have had food residue left inside. Oh, that tongue, it's long and lethal when it comes to jars, its privates, your face, and heaven knows what else it licks.
Ask me if I was happy upon me idyllic return home. NO, I WAS NOT, the idyllic afternoon turned into a cleanup on aisles five AND SIX! Oh yeah, I made the kiddos pitch in, too, with much complaining, but we got it done. The rug in the master is stained with slobber, apple juice, and God knows what else I don't even want to think about.
So I am out to the store to rent a carpet cleaner and to buy a load of air fresheners and sprays. Not to mention scented candles, a scrub brush and a super duper LOCK for the mudroom door!
Gabe
Copyright © 2018 All rights reserved
