¿¿¿Como se dice ~"Doo~Doo"~???

 

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Good Morning Everyone!
(Oops, "afternoon" now).

Words to the wise here: Do NOT be eating while you are reading;
especially if you have a sensitive stomach...

In answer to the above title; I have only been in one of my little comas.
As I was finishing putting the last load of wash in the dryer Monday night, I started seeing those dots and flashing lights.
I took a Maxalt, and waited for the lights to go away. (Having also had to put the TV on pause so I could watch the Packer Game) .
Thank the powers that be for my DISH System, and the ability to pause live TV...
I never caught up with the game until past the halftime.
Maxalt screws up my "innards"... And the headache takes care of everything else. (Suffice to say that I spent a great deal of time within the confines of the powder room).
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And Monday had been SO nice...
Casey came out, and we all went to the woods, and down to the river too. (I have not been down there but once, since I hurt my back).

Even Miss Milly stuck around to us; in part because Casey was here, Mr. Miller was here, and of course Master Gabriel too.

Sputnik was not one bit interested in going along.

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Apparently too busy to be bothered...

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Casey and Gabriel on the way to the woods.

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As we walked back, all three dogs had found something very very nasty to roll in. Milly got the first serving, having bolted to the woods in her own style.
Punk was second, and with all of our yelling, only got a little on her neck/collar.
I removed her collar (posthaste and very carefully); and wound up carrying it home on a stick.
(Yes, her collar WAS bleach~washed that same night; right along with Mama Milly's)...

Mr. Miller tried to roll in it too, but he missed... (True). hehehe

Since this is what dogs do, we just kept going.
Thank God for the river!

Were you born, raised, or ever even worked at a farm?
Then you know there is a huge difference in the 'aroma' of the different animals.
There is also a difference in 'shape' of the doo~doo any animal leaves 'behind'.

We discovered what the dogs had rolled in was HUMAN.
And our insides just roiled over and over-

More of it in the woods too. I believe the little Mexicans have used the woods as their personal toilet.
DAMNED MAD ABOUT THAT. (There are not enough cuss words to even write how I feel about this).

Funny, but I haven't seen them here since Casey made that phone call to complain...

But anyway, like I said, thank God for the river!

Gabriel was not too sure about walking in water
on all the "slippy~rocks".
(So a little help goes a long way)...

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Punk was already soaking...

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Dirty Milly joined her too!

When we got her, Miss Milly would NOT go in the river... And she was petrified to even be near the water as I brought it to her kennel. Bath times have been known to be awfully anxiety~ridden for us all...
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Gabriel splashed water at an already soaked Punk!

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We watched a crayfish fight too...

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Not much fun having to get back up the cliff. But was very much a worthwhile little trip...
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Casey gets pushed all the way home!

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And it was bath time... For all three of these dogs

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Miss Milly went first.
(I knew she was white underneath all that gunk)!

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Then The Punkster...

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The hose water was chilly, but they all loved their baths.
As for myself, I was wondering if there is a way to put my entire being in the washer too...
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While I washed the dogs, Master Gabriel was bound and determined
to teach Mr. Miller to golf!

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One of the most Sacred Laws of Flintville reads;
All wet clothes MUST be removed prior to going in the house.

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exposing many many crinkly toes!
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I shall have to finish this later- Have to bring Roberta to work now.

In the meantime, please let me know what words YOU might have used...

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Wednesday August 13, 2008 - 03:21pm (CDT)