Tuesday, October 12, 2004

One of those Nights

Arrived home late from work. Dog with soft poo-ball mashed into her luxurious wooly white fanny coat was scooting on my duvet in a futile attempt to remove the distressing material. I thought of leaving and re-entering in hopes of viewing a different scene, but the cliche of "things
getting worse when you don't think they can" flashed through my skull. I scooped up dog in a football hold with rear end rostral . After stepping in tub, I pulled the shower head down as I turned the taps: no hot water!!!

The duvet is in the washer; a paper towel and hand lotion dissolved the dog's problem; I am
back into my nightly routine. All is as it should be.


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