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March 11, 2004
Love Stinks
Oh God...
What in the world possessed my dog to roll around in a patch of unidentified poop this evening? I mean, she's eight years old, for crying out loud. Isn't she supposed to know better than to do something like this?
Of course, I have cleaned up more than my fair share of dog diarrhea, blood, mucous, and barf to know that no matter how disgusting and smelly it might be, I still love her anyway. I knew I was going to have to deal with the tough stuff when I signed up for this dog-ownership gig, so who am I to complain? And to be honest, she really doesn't even get sick that often... Not anymore than the average person does, anyway. And when she does happen to leave spots on the carpet, or get sick from eating my art project (Why, God? Why?), she always seems to be genuinely sorry.
I'm a sucker for big, brown puppy eyes.
But since she's been diagnosed with cancer, I've been a lot more careful with my temper. Cancer has a great reputation of putting all things in perspective. I mean, I really love my dog, and I was freaked out by the idea of losing her to an egg-sized lump in the back of her thigh. Who else is going to stay up late enough to watch "Magnum PI" reruns in the middle of the week? Who else is going to snuggle her nose into my face when I'm really needing it? Who else is going to sleep in my bed and fart in my face when I'm dead asleep?
Sophie, that's who.
So when it came right down to it, I was okay with bathing her right before this week's installment of "The Apprentice," even if it meant I was going to miss a week of Heidi's bitching, or Katrina's arrogance. I was okay with shutting myself up in the bathroom for half an hour with a dog that smelled as though she'd been doused with sewage. I was okay with letting her shake water all over me and having her rub her scent all over my bedsheets.
...Yes, I'm okay with it, but it still doesn't make the poop fiasco any better.
Stupid dog. I love you.
Today's Soundtrack: "Yeah," Usher
Best Part of the Day: Winter Quarter is over! Bring on the Spring, baby!
posted at 10:42 p.m.
