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Thursday, June 01, 2006

blah blah blah bleu bleu bleu hee hee hee haw haw haw .... oh .... is this thing on?

'k things on my mind but I'm too tired to blog about them and I do not want to bore you or incriminate meself. So I'd rather just tell a gross story about Coprophagia.

Was too tired to go out on our nightly walk with me dog and granddog and hubby and daughter. (I biked to work today and ran at lunch ~ that is all.) So we sent said daughter and second daughter out for the walk wit' the two dogz. They were gone for quite awhile, I think longer than we usually go and I was beginning to get a bit worried. Then, just before it got dark, I heard the squeaky front door open and the pitter patter of feet. My dog runs to see me to announce that he is home, safe and sound, once again. Little pitter patter comes trailing behind then as her mama enters the room it is said "Don't kiss her!". OMG What did she do? I knew damn well since she has recently discovered the delicacies in the cat litter box in an world (aka part of the house) that was previously unknown to her. I chastised my daughter for not watching closely to let her get at what she got. She was probably too busy blabbing away wit' 'er sister. I asked her what did she do to rectify the situation and she said well it's pretty hard to take it out of her mouth when she's chomping away. uuuuuggggghhhhhhh!! ok that's it! she's not sleeping in my bed no more. No sirrrreeeee! That's it! Granddog or no granddog. My dog does not eat poop and I'm not puttin' up wit' it wit' me Granddog. No way, no how. No way Jose. Nada. It is finished.

She's sleeping at my feet as I write this.

1 comment:

R said...

Eeeewwwwwww! Just let the doggie take a drink from the toilet. Problem solved.

I wish Wiggy (the guinea pig) would eat her own doo. Then I wouldn't have to feed her or clean her cage.