While it was certainly not the worst feeling I have had in my life, crawling into bed, turning out the lights and pulling up the covers only to have my nostrils overwhelmed by the stench of dog urine has to be pretty close to the top. To make matters worse, the culprit was a dog that we had been house-sitting for. To make matters that much worse, she chose the brand-new hand-made quilt given to us by our parish as her personal litter box. To make matters much, much worse, the urine stains did not come out after a dry cleaning. Olivia and I are now faced with having to notify the makers of the quilt that their gift is in need of a severe repair job.
Let this post service as notice that we will no longer be house-sitting for dogs that are not crate trained.
6 comments:
Ooo, that sucks.
is this a bad time to tell you that I accidentaly peed all over your jacket the night before your wedding?
To be honest, I wanted to pee all over your man bag while you were in England. But I didn't. And now I kinda' want one.
Well, I'm flattered to be the recipient of so much urine. Chuck, I just hope that your longing for the man bag is not greater than your desire for other material possesions, such as a TV/DVD combo unit.
Well, since the 13" TV/DVD combo I had in Britain was total crap, I think I will lust after something much larger and much thinner.
still on the man bag? really?
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