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draggonlaady) wrote2007-12-05 11:46 pm
draggonlaady) wrote2007-12-05 11:46 pm
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Bloody damn mess.
Literally.
Rally managed to mess up her leg today somehow, and was completely non-weight bearing when I got home. So I was "picking on her" by examining the leg, and apparently Minnie took that to mean that everybody gets to pick on Rally. Rally, despite being three-legged, promptly put an end to that thinking by grabbing Minnie by the back of the head and bouncing her off the floor a few times. I pulled Rally off, and Minnie fled through the house, crying and bleeding. (Puncture injury to the ear. Nothing dangerous, just very bloody.)
And I have just spent the last hour and a half mopping the blood off the floors of the living room, kitchen, hall, utility room, and bedroom. And scrubbing the faces of the kitchen cupboards, storage cupboards, and closet. And scrubbing the walls of the bedroom and utility room, where she'd flung blood 7' high. And laundering the dog bed and throw rugs she bled on. And washing the washing machine, stove, bed, dresser, and sliding glass door which she also bled on. Additional casualties: the clean clothes in the laundry basket which hadn't been folded yet, and the clean dishes in the drain rack.
Now to call the beasts back in and wash the blood off of the dog.
Rally managed to mess up her leg today somehow, and was completely non-weight bearing when I got home. So I was "picking on her" by examining the leg, and apparently Minnie took that to mean that everybody gets to pick on Rally. Rally, despite being three-legged, promptly put an end to that thinking by grabbing Minnie by the back of the head and bouncing her off the floor a few times. I pulled Rally off, and Minnie fled through the house, crying and bleeding. (Puncture injury to the ear. Nothing dangerous, just very bloody.)
And I have just spent the last hour and a half mopping the blood off the floors of the living room, kitchen, hall, utility room, and bedroom. And scrubbing the faces of the kitchen cupboards, storage cupboards, and closet. And scrubbing the walls of the bedroom and utility room, where she'd flung blood 7' high. And laundering the dog bed and throw rugs she bled on. And washing the washing machine, stove, bed, dresser, and sliding glass door which she also bled on. Additional casualties: the clean clothes in the laundry basket which hadn't been folded yet, and the clean dishes in the drain rack.
Now to call the beasts back in and wash the blood off of the dog.
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I suppose children are messier, and I want a rugrat or two, but at least you can lay guilt on children when they grow up for what assholes they were when they were kids. tiny bit of satisfaction in that :)
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and it's a little more fulfilling to see a kid graduate high school, get married, have their own kids... than to see your dog graduate obedience school, hump the neighbor dog, or have a litter of puppies.
IMHO, of course... we've discussed this in the past :)
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