Dogs fart. They fart bad.
I never realized it before I became the proud owner of 3 large and hairy indoor dogs, but I guess it’s a natural occurence in the life of every red-blooded mammal. However, the stench that my dogs produce is everything but natural…it’s…evil. I almost passed out last night as a result of the blasts my oldest kept shooting my direction every 5 seconds. And opening a window is unthinkable during this weather.
It’s now day 5 of not being able to leave our home safely. There is a thick layer of slippery ice surrounding as far as the eye can see, and the temperatures are unbearably cold. I’m sleepy; like a bear that knows it’s time to hibernate. I tried to walk around a little outside this morning with a blanket-wrapped Mia in my arms.
We fell. Hard. Her poor little head left a dent in the ice.
Just so the fam knows, we’re fine. We never did loose power, but we did run out of bread and Dr. Pepper so the world might as well just come to an end.
I’ll update more later when I’m not feeling so darn groggy–gotta be the cold.