why you really do not want to open a seniors rescue...
Carol · May 1, 2010
because...
on your 52nd birthday...
you will be....
cleaning up pee and poop in never ending supplies.
washing and drying and folding 14 loads of urine soaked laundry.
feeding the frail, medicating the sick, yelling at the assholes...
and wearing two totally different colored slippers
because you just stepped in shit.
i think on my 52nd birthday i could have been doing something better...like sipping a cold beer on a warm island beach.
2 whiny old ladies at SAINTS (happy bday mum :) )
but then...
larry wouldn't be sleeping
with his chin on my
mismatched feet.
well, don't feel so alone, in you rescue dilemma... today, after walking the mp dogs, we decided to go for lunch. I felt kinda spiffy in my new/gently used sally ann jacket (perfect for walking doogies in), not too warm nor too cool. Anyways, we sat down to our food fest at Szechuan buffet (it takes a lot to fill Robert) and as I began forking, I noticed a brownish stain along the cuff of my fancy new /used jacket. I silently thought "holy crap." I was wondering how on earth I got poop on my cuff. Then I remembered, I had scooped Doris up after our walk for a wee cuddle, and so her little bottom end grazed my sleeve! Fancy! And fancy that- we were dining in the fancy Szechuan!