Out of Control

This whole night has been out of control.
Bandit peed right in front of me and I caught her in the act! I got pissed (hah) at her and yelled at her, etc. She ended up with pee on her so I had to give her a bath. She was NOT happy about the bath, but I didn't want piss all over the house...After I finished washing her, not even 2 minutes after, she SHITS right in front of Jason and me. WTF. What do I do in that situation? Dogs don't understand if you put them in the corner. I put her in the downstairs bath room. What a whore dog! And this is in the middle of the "what's going on in our house?" moment when we were trying to figure out why our ceiling is leaking. Oh boy, Oh boy. Peake is coming to fix the mess in the morning. We'll see if they come before 10...So, in the end we took Bandit home to the Heine Ho and the car royaly smelled like shit. I thought she did it again, ony this time in MY car...but if she shat, she hid it somewhere.


This goes out to Rich:
So one day there was this persnickety, discombobulated, flibbertigibbit with a callipygian driving down the street causing a kerfuffle with a plethora of juxtaposed assholes in her beautiful Explorer (when all she wanted was pho)and then she she got fed up and defenestrated them.

Translation: This fussy bitch with a nice ass got pissed off cause she was stuck in a car with two loudmouths and the pho place was closed, so she threw them out the window of her toad-mobile.


I'm dead tired...going to bed now....to the smell of the 3 am broccoli that Jason just made...It's whafting up to my room! Ahhhh :(