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Background: My mom had asked me to take care of her animals before she passed away last autumn. She had two morbidly obese animals: Hilda, the obese Labrador …and an equally obese Siamese cat. My mother in law has now moved in with us as she continues to have strokes and cannot function fully on her own. She has a miniature pinscher that has moved in as well.
I have had “Spirit”, a sweet golden retriever for a while now, along with two stray cats. That’s way more than I ever wanted, but I now have 3 cats and three dogs in my house. It’s like a petting zoo…totally out of control.
Last night at 3 am, I needed to use the restroom. I get up and in my haze, I forgot that my 11 year old son now has his bed right next to ours since my mother-in-law has taken up residence in his room. I bark my shins on the box spring and belt out an audible grunt. I take two more steps and fall over Hilda’s fat lard rump, flat onto my face. This causes me to emit an even louder "OW!". This was a reactionary, but a big, mistake.
The miniature pinscher begins yipping in decibels akin to a 747 jet engine. This renders Spirit to get excited. She grabs her newest toy: a raccoon that makes this bizarre noise kind of like a bad electrical engine. She is elated that I am up, squeaking her toy, wagging her rump everywhere and giving me “chewies”. At precisely this moment, the three cats in my house…yes, all three…decide it is time to be fed. They all are yowling, racing between my feet and up and down the stairs while the miniature pinscher continues to go ballistic.
I mean…What the heck? Something’s gotta give. I just hope it ain’t my sanity.
I have had “Spirit”, a sweet golden retriever for a while now, along with two stray cats. That’s way more than I ever wanted, but I now have 3 cats and three dogs in my house. It’s like a petting zoo…totally out of control.
Last night at 3 am, I needed to use the restroom. I get up and in my haze, I forgot that my 11 year old son now has his bed right next to ours since my mother-in-law has taken up residence in his room. I bark my shins on the box spring and belt out an audible grunt. I take two more steps and fall over Hilda’s fat lard rump, flat onto my face. This causes me to emit an even louder "OW!". This was a reactionary, but a big, mistake.
The miniature pinscher begins yipping in decibels akin to a 747 jet engine. This renders Spirit to get excited. She grabs her newest toy: a raccoon that makes this bizarre noise kind of like a bad electrical engine. She is elated that I am up, squeaking her toy, wagging her rump everywhere and giving me “chewies”. At precisely this moment, the three cats in my house…yes, all three…decide it is time to be fed. They all are yowling, racing between my feet and up and down the stairs while the miniature pinscher continues to go ballistic.
I mean…What the heck? Something’s gotta give. I just hope it ain’t my sanity.
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