If you read the blog yesterday, you know that I cheerily said something about my floor always being clean, thanks to my dogs.
Yeah. Apparently that was a lie.
Because, you see, I dropped some leftover mac and cheese on the floor today.
And I called over this dog:
And this dog:
I figured they could clean it up (hey, don’t judge, I wasn’t planning to mop today). And do you know what those two dogs did? They took a couple sniffs, looked at me like I was nuts and went into the front room to resume their incessant barking at the garbage truck that was picking up the cans outside.
I’m actually slightly offended by this. I mean, this is the dinner I had my family eat last night. And the leftovers I am eating today for lunch. Not to mention, they have the nerve to turn down my homemade food? Really? One of them eats her own poop! (Yes, No-No Lulu, I just told on your sad, sordid, secret life.) And the other one tries desperately to eat every piece of turkey poop she comes across when we walk (ahem, Kirby, that would be you).
So basically, my cooking is worse than eating poop. Sigh.Add me to your rss reader | Become a Fan on Facebook!