And it isn’t me!
3 days ago, Dad let us all run around the yard while he was outside. When he realized Macy wasn’t around, he went to go look for her. Where did he find her? Take a look:
She was in Franklin’s pond….having a “soak”. Oh, hey, who’s that behind her? Miss Molly, overseeing it all.
Anywho, as I’ve told you before, a wet Macy is the stinkiest stink ever…..well, actually, it gets worse….
2 days ago, when Mom came home from work, she walked in and thought, Mmmm…it smells so good in here. She took one more step – 3 inches – and “good” changed to Holy smell of death! What happened in here?!
Well, it turns out that while she was at work and Dad was out of the house, Macy had a
bit huge accident in her crate. Even though her crate is big enough for 3 – 4 dogs her size to fit comfortably, she got it all over her. When Dad let her out of the crate she tracked her accident with her everywhere.
Sooooooooo, Dad had to vacuum and mop (the “good” smell was the fabuloso Dad used for mopping), give Macy a bath, and then scrub her crate. Mom walked in just as he was drying Macy up.
Does it stop there? Nope!
Yesterday, Dad let Macy out of his sight and can you guess what she did? Yup! Back in Franklin’s pond. He yelled and she went scrambling. You know where she went? Right into the hole her and Molly dug. He yelled and she ran again….into my man cave! You know, where it’s nothing but loose dirt? Yeah, there! She was BLACK! Dad didn’t get pictures, though. He was too busy muttering under his breath while he hosed her off.
Wet Macy 3 days in a row. *gag*
If anyone needs me, I’ll be in bed hiding under the covers with kibble in my nose for an air freshener.