I seriously hope I don't scare anyone off with my very first blog, but this is supposed to be like a diary, right? Well, this is my life.... at least it was my life today, when the stench greeted me at the front door....
That's right. My beloved dog, the one that I am obsessed with, went to the bathroom in his ginormous kennel. (I am a kindergarten teacher, and I speak the kindergarten language even when I get home, oops). So, yes, he went to the bathroom, in his kennel, in the office, which is on carpet. His wire kennel. Are you getting a visual? Yeah, so I was on the phone with Tim, saying how I was excited that I was getting home early because I was starving so I could just go in and make a little something and then take care of the dogs, and as I walk in the door I am greeted by a horrid stench. As I am cleaning out his massive kennel I see that the bulk of it is not in the kennel, but on the wall and carpet BEHIND his kennel. On the carpet that is right up against the wood baseboards. Yeah, fun. So, anywhoo, after a long day of teaching my kindergarteners, I have to clean this up, all on a day when I have already told my mom that I am going to ride her horse.
Boo.
Here is a picture of my dog, Texas, that I still love, but this is a picture of us when I love him just a tiny bit more that I loved him when I got home... ;)
