I am always telling stories about my kids so I decided I would confess up and tell one on myself. Robin's blog about her turtle prompted this. My daughter decided to get a rat and that of course led to three. I can't remember any of the names except for one. Satan. The demonic rat from hell. White with pink eyes and a go for the throat attitude. That is another story I will reserve for Halloween. Anyway I was asleep or I would of never said this to my daughter. She came into my room, crying because her pet rat died. It wasn't Satan. I told her to put it in the freezer and I will deal with it in the morning. You know it is a miracle that my kids are relatively normal after all the stuff I put them through.
Take care of your animals. Pets or not. If one day you come home after a long day at work and find a duck in your bathtub - its okay. If you find a snake in your daughter's closet that is okay too. If one morning you wake up and a Rottweiler is running down the hall, straight toward you.... just change the sheets because that too is okay. When you look in your 8 year old son's hamster cage and see babies...... and your son explains how that happened. It is okay. The possum in the bathroom closet though is another thing. When I was first divorced I got the kids a Dauchaund (?). We lived in a nearly three bedroom trailer that was a hundred years old. When the wind blew, it also blew through our trailer. One evening the kids and I heard the dog going bonkers in the bathroom. I went into the bathroom with kids in tow and the stupid dog was digging at the closet door. I figured if he wanted in there so bad I would let him in and so I opened the door. You can imagine the shock when the dog pulled out a possum. I don't know how we got it out of the house and I don't know how it got in. I guess it came in with the wind.
Speaking of pets, my geriatric puppy is snoring and that reminds me I need to hit the sack myself.
For those that need to know - I am in Rockford IL. We are trying to decide if we go to Minnesota or New Boston IL. Well let you know when we decide.
Take care of your animals. Pets or not. If one day you come home after a long day at work and find a duck in your bathtub - its okay. If you find a snake in your daughter's closet that is okay too. If one morning you wake up and a Rottweiler is running down the hall, straight toward you.... just change the sheets because that too is okay. When you look in your 8 year old son's hamster cage and see babies...... and your son explains how that happened. It is okay. The possum in the bathroom closet though is another thing. When I was first divorced I got the kids a Dauchaund (?). We lived in a nearly three bedroom trailer that was a hundred years old. When the wind blew, it also blew through our trailer. One evening the kids and I heard the dog going bonkers in the bathroom. I went into the bathroom with kids in tow and the stupid dog was digging at the closet door. I figured if he wanted in there so bad I would let him in and so I opened the door. You can imagine the shock when the dog pulled out a possum. I don't know how we got it out of the house and I don't know how it got in. I guess it came in with the wind.
Speaking of pets, my geriatric puppy is snoring and that reminds me I need to hit the sack myself.
For those that need to know - I am in Rockford IL. We are trying to decide if we go to Minnesota or New Boston IL. Well let you know when we decide.
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