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Procrastination

There is something to be said about procrastination. Having washed about four loads of clothes, various comforters and all the sheets but the set on the bed I put off folding the heaping pile but left it on the bench. Today, wanting it al put away I set to folding. Keep in mind the ‘cushion’ on the bench is a fairly expensive memory foam mattress. I get about half way through the pile and notice bits of dirt.
“Ohh, naughty dog,” I think. Then I find my shoe. I have to PEEL it out of the sheet it is in. Yes Peel it. The entire thing is coated in something sticky. Very sticky! Sticky and no longer in possession of a sole I might add.
“Very bad boy,” I tell him showing him the shoe.
Then… oh it gets better… I realize the sheet is sticky, the comforter under it is sticky, there is a jacket all but glued to both!
Half way through the pile I discover the explanation. An entire bottle of maple syrup has had its top chewed off and the contents poured into my pile of clean bedding!
Hoping he ate most of it and that it hasn’t gotten all the way down to the mattress I begin striping away layers, peeling and seeking the end of the mess. There is no way he ate it all, there are queen size mattresses so glued together I don’t even try to find what might be hidden in the folds.
The bench cover comes off and… the syrup has gone all the way through!
Now here is where the procrastination part comes in to play. While the syrup went all the way to the memory foam it is such a small amount a warm damp cloth wipe it all away! So, my friends, if there is a day you put something off keep in mind that it might just be your guardian angel telling you that than find your mattress has become a maple syrup log, delightful for ants but not much good for anything else. Happy New Year

Thor, the puppy

So the dog…the puppy, he is only 6 months kept me up all night whimpering. Not one to give in to whining of any sort, I gritted my teeth and refused to give in to his baby desires. At 4 am, after glaring at the wall and trying to not leap out of bed screaming, I hear the worst sound ever! Throwing back the covers to get him outside before more could escape him, I nearly fell over at the smell alone!

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“Oh Good GOD! what did you eat!”

More fluid than not, is the biggest pile of dog sh*t under the table, as I have ever seen. Thank god I have a composting Toilet and peat moss readily at hand.  Generously dumping it on top of the slowly spreading pile, the peat moss not only soaked up the brown fluid  but the smell vanished almost at once. Taking a moment to calm down and brace myself for the task at hand, I had a cup of tea.  Considering my options I took the dust pan to scape it up, pile it in a trash bag, and set it outside. I used a little sol-u-mel…no, a lot of sol-u-mel! … to disinfect and destroy any lingering smell in the wood floor.  It was over. I let him back inside. aug 2014 029

He happily plopped down his bed and fell asleep. His revenge was complete I thought as Iay awake for another hour. Just as drifted off he began the whimpering again. Not wishing to pick up more piles I let him out at once, only to find he wanted out so he could corner and chance the cat. sept 2014 003

And now, looking as sweet as could be, he has his head on my knee ready to go for hike, go chase a ball, or play in the creek. I on the other hand have much to do today, am so tired I can barely lift my mug of coffee. I have a feeling tonight I will be in bed early with far less accomplished than I had planned. Anyone want to come help me hang insulation in the ceiling? I’ll have coffee, likely be short tempered and your sure to be covered it microscopic layer of fiberglass.