My turn to rant, get this:
I get up a five in the morning to take the Danes for a walk-about. After three weeks of okay weather it decides to snow. But not just snow, no but it had to ice over too. So after we skipped and slided down some turns, and me and the pups had troubles to keep our feet under us, we had to turn back home.
So I had to go to work. Woke the youngest daughter to tell her I am leaving and to watch monster Lilly. Daughter said "OK" and went straight back to sleep. Lilly took the opportunity and sorted the trash cans. Luca and Leo were happy to assist.
I am sliding with my bus down the road and start skidding about four times until I get to work. I needed about double the time to get there, and skirted every corner a wreck...
So called daughter from work at lunch, and she complains about the fact that she had to clean up the mess. Fast forward to 5 pm. I get home from work, loaded with the groceries for the week. Soon as I open the door I get bawled over from three howling Danes high-tailing to the backyard where they all three have a violent case of the shits....
Courtesy of the trash they were sorting. As I get in the house, I notice Lilly redecorated. I guess she felt creative, and pulled a kitchen shelf of the wall. It harbored all my treasures (old cook books from my mum, and hubbies mum, all my favorite other cook books, magazines etc.) Well they went to shreds. Mixed in the mess were hubbies computer cables, the phone, some memory sticks, five leashes and an assortment of collars, duct tape, fans, apples, some pens ...well I am sure you get the picture.
So as I sorted through the mess, Luca comes in takes one look at me and barfs on the carpet...big times. I hurry for kitchen towls to get a hold of the mess, but realized too late. So I threw the carpet runner into the barn. Hubby comes home commiserates with me and goes upstairs to change clothes. Just as he comes in our bedroom, he catches the cat peeing and shitting in our bed.
He just reacts and snatches up the cat. The cat takes exception to that and bites and scratches him severely in his hand. He drops the cat and screams, Leo runs up and tries to get the cat. Once I got through the muddle, hubby bleeds all over the bed. Hubby is on blood thinner, and the bites and scratches are so deep and severe that I just packed the hand in ice and a towel and drove 75 mph to the next hospital, about 45 minutes away.
They took care of the bites and put the DH on antibiotics, and on top of that they doubt that the injuries were caused by a cat......
Get back home at 9 pm, darling daughter tried to do some damage control and scrubbed the mattress (result wet mattress which is not going to dry tonight) and thrown my down comforter into the washer (dear down comforter RIP). Luca decided another carpet needed a bit more puke. Lilly thought it was not really enough action for the day and ripped a hole into one of the dog beds, and Leo is still looking to see if he gets another shot at the cat...
Tranquilized hubby successfully with wine, and deposited him on the dry side of the bed. Send darling daughter to bed, put cat outside for tonight, gave Luca some tummy calming medicine, placed big puppy Lilly next to Daddy, got myself a large red bottle of wine, and while I nurse this, I share with you my misery. I am sure in 20 some odd years I will laugh about it...
I get up a five in the morning to take the Danes for a walk-about. After three weeks of okay weather it decides to snow. But not just snow, no but it had to ice over too. So after we skipped and slided down some turns, and me and the pups had troubles to keep our feet under us, we had to turn back home.
So I had to go to work. Woke the youngest daughter to tell her I am leaving and to watch monster Lilly. Daughter said "OK" and went straight back to sleep. Lilly took the opportunity and sorted the trash cans. Luca and Leo were happy to assist.
I am sliding with my bus down the road and start skidding about four times until I get to work. I needed about double the time to get there, and skirted every corner a wreck...
So called daughter from work at lunch, and she complains about the fact that she had to clean up the mess. Fast forward to 5 pm. I get home from work, loaded with the groceries for the week. Soon as I open the door I get bawled over from three howling Danes high-tailing to the backyard where they all three have a violent case of the shits....
Courtesy of the trash they were sorting. As I get in the house, I notice Lilly redecorated. I guess she felt creative, and pulled a kitchen shelf of the wall. It harbored all my treasures (old cook books from my mum, and hubbies mum, all my favorite other cook books, magazines etc.) Well they went to shreds. Mixed in the mess were hubbies computer cables, the phone, some memory sticks, five leashes and an assortment of collars, duct tape, fans, apples, some pens ...well I am sure you get the picture.
So as I sorted through the mess, Luca comes in takes one look at me and barfs on the carpet...big times. I hurry for kitchen towls to get a hold of the mess, but realized too late. So I threw the carpet runner into the barn. Hubby comes home commiserates with me and goes upstairs to change clothes. Just as he comes in our bedroom, he catches the cat peeing and shitting in our bed.
He just reacts and snatches up the cat. The cat takes exception to that and bites and scratches him severely in his hand. He drops the cat and screams, Leo runs up and tries to get the cat. Once I got through the muddle, hubby bleeds all over the bed. Hubby is on blood thinner, and the bites and scratches are so deep and severe that I just packed the hand in ice and a towel and drove 75 mph to the next hospital, about 45 minutes away.
They took care of the bites and put the DH on antibiotics, and on top of that they doubt that the injuries were caused by a cat......
Get back home at 9 pm, darling daughter tried to do some damage control and scrubbed the mattress (result wet mattress which is not going to dry tonight) and thrown my down comforter into the washer (dear down comforter RIP). Luca decided another carpet needed a bit more puke. Lilly thought it was not really enough action for the day and ripped a hole into one of the dog beds, and Leo is still looking to see if he gets another shot at the cat...
Tranquilized hubby successfully with wine, and deposited him on the dry side of the bed. Send darling daughter to bed, put cat outside for tonight, gave Luca some tummy calming medicine, placed big puppy Lilly next to Daddy, got myself a large red bottle of wine, and while I nurse this, I share with you my misery. I am sure in 20 some odd years I will laugh about it...
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