It was really raining this morning, you know WET. Mumsy had finished a sampler and went to get something out the back bedroom, when I came in from being out to do a girlie, she swept me up and said I was clever......but what she thought was a water wet patootie was a pooiiiiii patootie. I had a bone yesterday and mum thinks they are to fatty for my tum. Then I had to endure the indignity of getting my pattooootie washed.
Amy
Mum here, what a hum dinger, I pick her up like a baby, her chest to mine, so my sweats got totally covered, and she had the cheek to get snotty when I washed her. She also managed the tiles all the way up the corridor and the wall. So all of you who think her lovely long coat is delightfull should have had smellovision.
Oh, Roberta, that was too much. It reminds me of letting Clifford out at 3 am and having to give him an immediate bath due to rolling in fresh, wet, smelly cat poop. At least short hairs don't paint the walls....
That sounds like Amy too!!!!!!!!!!!!
ROTFL!!! Sorry...but those of us who have "been there" get to laugh LOL!! That happened to us last week, Hallie did a pooh at the park and I picked her up and was loving on her, let her ride in my lap as we were just going a short way to the gym, and noticed my lap no longer had that oh so fresh look to it. So stright home to the tub and change clothes before the gym workout. LOL!!
Good thing our babies pooh doesn't stink huh!
I think I can relate to that. Friday night (when we got Lannie- I know it should be spelt Lainey but i am debating on spelling her name), I picked up a couple of Porterhouse stakes for the hub & I (they were on sale for 4.97 a lb can you beleave that! normally they are like 9.99 a lb) and I normally give Bish one ONE bone he has a pretty durable stomach (not like the tank BG but she is a pound puppy pulled from the streets she can eat a tin can and be ok) and when he is done with it I always take it away (hubby tends to "find" them under foot :grin: if you catch my drift. So while hubby and i were out side checking on the kittens only for about 5 mins, Lannie was sleeping in the bed so we thought it was a perfect time to step out. Well when wwe walked in there Bish was with Hubbys super fatty bone :doah: I knew it would be bad latter on but :dontknow: what can you do it was clean, little rat. Jumping ahead to midnight you read that right MIDNIGHT I hear Bish shuffeling around on the bed and just not getting comfortable then all of a sudden I smell it the most rankest smell ever! (we keep a potty pad in the room for "just in cases" well, he got it on the carpet and the ramp and best of all ALL OVER HIS PAWS ON MY SIDE OF THE BED!!!!!!!! So here we were at midnight changing the sheets, cleaning the carpet, washing Bishop and racing Lannie to the other potty pad so that she could got potty, starting a load of laundry and finding another blanket for my self (oh and by we I ment ME DH was tending to Lannie which thats fine he gets queasy with they "Rose" smells. So can I join the Stinky Pupper Club?
All I can add is EWWWWW! :doah: