Let's talk about poo

So, you may have read my post about being on the fat belly diet. To try to compensate for my M&M overdose today I planned on going to the gym when I got home. I opened the mud room door, walked inside, and thought "Hmmm, the cat must've just taken a dump."

I opened the kitchen door and thought "OMG what died in here?" I cautiously approached the dining room where the dog cages are and then I see it....

SASHA's, our 80lb boxer, is COVERED with diarhea of epic proportions. And the smell is AWFUL!!!! I slowly back away and go back into the mud room, covering my mouth/nose with my hand, while I figure out how I'm going to tackle this problem.

I go back inside and put the dogs in the backyard. I then have to put the kitchen table so that I can get to the cage. Do you know how big a dog cage is for an 80lb dog? As I struggle to get this dog cage from the diningroom, through the livingroom, and out the front door the pan from the bottom of the cage slides out and lands on my shoes...the pan that is COVERED IN DOG POO. So, then I try to climb over the dog cage so I carry it from the other side, stopping the pan from sliding out, and back out the front door.

Did I also mention that its about 40 degrees and raining out? So, I have to get the hose, turn the faucet on (which sprays all over the place), and hose off the cage. By the time I was done I couldn't feel my fingertips anymore.

Back into the house for the fun part...an entire roll of papertowels later I had cleaned up the dog poo. I then had to steam clean the entire kitchen and hallway to the front door.

Then I let the dogs back into the house and thought "Hmmm Sasha wallowed around in her own filth all day. Perhaps a bath is in order." So, then its all the dogs into the tub which calling Jojo, the Boston terrier, into the bathroom he looked like dead man walking. I laughed so hard!

Jojo, Beast, and Beauty got their baths first and then I let them shake off and then I tried to get Sasha into the tub. Of course Sasha is having none of that so picture me trying to lift an 80lb boxer into the tub. We finally got situated, I'm bathing Sasha, and Jojo freaking barks...Sasha leaped out of the tub like her ass was on fire and landed on top of me. So, then it was my turn for a bath (well, shower anyways).

Just call me Jenny the Poo!

PS I also got my new passport photo today. Let me just say that I typically get stopped at the airport and searched or my luggage searched or I get held up in some way. My new passport photo in which I actually look like a terrorist will ensure this trend continues. I may actually go get another picture taken tomorrow because its BAD. Really bad.