My weeks are always full of animals…I live with 3 large brown dogs, so there’s no escaping that. This week was a full on immersion in animals (and most of it wasn’t pretty!)
The first one is….my new office pet. I go into the office 2 days a week and it’s a very energetic, fun place to be. BUT, the best part is ALWAYS…an office pet. Meet Boo.
Then came lunch at Panera later in the week. I was running around to appointments and errands and I thought it would be nice and relaxing to go have lunch, read a book, just take some down time for me. Well, didn’t quite work out for me. Have I mentioned that I’m not a fan of birds? Some of you might recall my bird incident from earlier this year.
These were considerably smaller, but JUST as feisty!!
But it all seems trivial next to my biggest disaster of the week.
I took Emma for a bath earlier in the week and bought her a turtle baby at the check out (those of you that have kids…dog store check out lines are JUST AS BAD!). Anyway, when Emma has had enough of a toy, the boys claim it. Levi typically prances around the house showing it off. He doesn’t like to play with toys, but he wants you to think he finds them to be wonderful (or he’s just saying na na na na na na to the others since he knows they want it!!
Picture this. I’m sitting on my couch in my pj’s drinking my vitamins waiting for the dogs to finish carrying on outside after eating their breakfast. Levi rushes in and goes past me to the bedroom. He sometimes misses me sitting somewhere and goes to search for me, so naturally I thought that’s what he had done. I called for him and he ran to the living room, mouth full of “turtle baby”…or so I thought. He jumped up beside me and proceeded to drop his present into my lap. If my memory serves me correctly, it looked something like this:
Ok, maybe not QUITE that bad. But bad. Really, really bad. Dead rat. Just dead. Still warm. Heavy. Did I mention dead?
I screamed. And then I kept screaming. And then I jumped up and my vitamins (16 oz of PURPLE vitamins) and a rat (a dead rat) flew in the air. The vitamins went all over the couch, the rat flew into the air and landed with a thud on the hard wood floor. Heavy. Dead. Warm. Rat.
I’m pretty sure my entire neighborhood heard me screaming. I couldn’t stop. I finally mustered up the strength to unravel an entire roll of paper towels and cover it in them. Then I used the corn on the cob tongs (yep, that’s right…don’t say you wouldn’t do it to…they were on the outside of 3000 paper towels!!) to transport him to a trash bag. Then I spent the next 20 minutes cleaning the couch (and regaining my composure). Then I spent the next 30 minutes trying to convince Levi that he was not “bad dog” as he seemed to assume my screaming at the top of my lungs and throwing things all around the living room meant when all he tried to do was bring me a present.
My heart rate is up just writing this!
I’ve never even seen a mouse or a mouse dropping for that matter anywhere near my house. I guess he’s a hunter, so he went out there and hunted him out.
Every time Levi comes in the house now, he goes through a proper mouth check. New rule: (that I didn’t know we needed at the house) Nothing that lives outside (ESPECIALLY A RAT) is EVER to enter the house.
I think I am finally recovered, but it didn’t help to see this commercial tonight:
Have a good weekend!!!
Stay tuned for pictures of my new baby niece!!!