So we're sleeping along last night. Camping at Weeville.
Like a part of a dream I was having I hear Spankie the Dawg banging on the bedroom door. He's in there with us and the door is closed - we have a window a/c unit in the bedroom upstairs because the big unit just doesn't cool things upstairs, never will. And he wants out something awful. Desperate.
Okay. Spanke's 14 years old, all but blind and all but deaf and and losing control of this bodily functions, I guess. The clock says a quarter to four.
So I put on some rags and down the stairs he and I go, I'm still not real awake. Unlock the back door, and away he goes, he pees in the back yard for about five minutes it seems. He REALLY had to pee. Great big buckets of pee.
Okay maybe I can catch another nap before the alarm goes off at 5:30.
So back upstairs and the big light in the bedroom is on. And Unit's in the bathroom. And from the light of the big light, there's this huge unglamorous pile of dung at the foot of the bed. How did Unit not step in that on the way to the bathroom?
And stink? Great goshamolly, by now I AM awake. Unit came out of the bathroom gagging from the smell, standing at the top of the stairs saying, "I can't go in there."
And I'm cleaning it up coughing and ...well, I had nothing on my stomach or I would have lost it.
I'm going to bed early tonight from all of that. But the best part is we had a great laugh about it this evening reviewing our accounts of it because neither of us were even awake yet. What the hell of a way to start a day.
And Spankie's sitting around with us right now saying, "...WHAT?"
Like a part of a dream I was having I hear Spankie the Dawg banging on the bedroom door. He's in there with us and the door is closed - we have a window a/c unit in the bedroom upstairs because the big unit just doesn't cool things upstairs, never will. And he wants out something awful. Desperate.
Okay. Spanke's 14 years old, all but blind and all but deaf and and losing control of this bodily functions, I guess. The clock says a quarter to four.
So I put on some rags and down the stairs he and I go, I'm still not real awake. Unlock the back door, and away he goes, he pees in the back yard for about five minutes it seems. He REALLY had to pee. Great big buckets of pee.
Okay maybe I can catch another nap before the alarm goes off at 5:30.
So back upstairs and the big light in the bedroom is on. And Unit's in the bathroom. And from the light of the big light, there's this huge unglamorous pile of dung at the foot of the bed. How did Unit not step in that on the way to the bathroom?
And stink? Great goshamolly, by now I AM awake. Unit came out of the bathroom gagging from the smell, standing at the top of the stairs saying, "I can't go in there."
And I'm cleaning it up coughing and ...well, I had nothing on my stomach or I would have lost it.
I'm going to bed early tonight from all of that. But the best part is we had a great laugh about it this evening reviewing our accounts of it because neither of us were even awake yet. What the hell of a way to start a day.
And Spankie's sitting around with us right now saying, "...WHAT?"
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