Careful what you wish for–this place is a zoo

I lock the dog out and look at his stained face and legs as he begs to renter.  You stay out there buddy, maybe the rain will clean him-as my friend Ashley said, “a pre-rinse of sorts” Then re-wash my 3 floors, let the dog in, give him a bath, give Pudge a bath while I am at it.  Also, as I am writing this, I realize I have not washed my knee from the first endeavor…think that was covered in the dog wash process? People: This is why I don’t clean. This is why I don’t wish for something to write about. This is why this place is a zoo.  I live in a zoo with beasts I created.  Careful what you do, careful what you wish for.]]>