(Back story: because of Rick’s work schedule this weekend – our friends Larry & Cheri were going to help with Cooper duty. Cooper went to their house on Thursday morning and would stay there until Rick could get him after work on Friday. Then on Saturday & Sunday L&C would come let Cooper out. )
But here is how the weekend went down:
On our way up north Thursday, Rick calls to tell me that Larry told him that Cooper peed three times in L&C’s house and can I call Cheri and find out what is going on. Um, why didn’t you just ask Larry what is going on? Why are we triangulating this situation? Whatever – I call L&C’s house and talk to Big Mallory (L&C’s 11yr old daughter). She said Cooper only peed once and who is telling me that he peed three times and that it is ok because the spot that he peed in was the same spot that another dog peed in earlier in the week so Cooper was just marking the spot probably. Ok. I call Rick back and tell him this.
Friday I get a message from Cheri asking if Cooper can have a peanut butter rawhide. I didn’t get the message until after she already gave Cooper the rawhide but it was fine so carry on.
Saturday afternoon I get a message from Cheri asking where our cleaning supplies were. She showed up to let Cooper out and there was a poop explosion in our entryway. I called her back and told her just to leave it for Rick but she said there is NO WAY she could leave it because it was so nasty. So she was totally awesome and cleaned up my dog’s $hit. That is a sign of a true friend, I tell you what. Supposedly Cheri & Larry’s dog had the runs Friday evening but he was better by the morning – so who knows if the two dogs got into something or if Cooper had too much activity spending 36+ hours with his buddy Barkley?
Anyway, I called Rick after talking to Cheri and told him what was going on at home and that he should probably hurry home after the football picnic. When he got home, he found ANOTHER poop explosion. Outstanding. So Rick ended up trying to steam clean our carpets but they still look like $hit. Literally. The professional cleaners are coming this week. If they don’t get it cleaned up we’ll just replace that carpet with hardwood. Blech.
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Ok, onto more fun stories…like my kid standing under the edge of the sprinkler and barely getting two drops of water on her and saying “my wet, mama!” and then “mama wet” (ie – “YOU go stand under the sprinkler and get wet Mama!”).
This whole “my [whatever]” is a new “sentence” for Mallory. She will say “my go?” for “can I go with you?” and “my eat!” for “I’m ready to eat now!” and “my done!” for “I have finished” (because cakes are done and people are finished…)
And here is the best: “my stinky poo” – and that can be in either statement or question form. It is her way of telling us she is going poop (or has gone poop) and then as we are changing her diaper, she will ask for confirmation that her poo was stinky.
She has started to pay attention to airplanes and likes to find them in the sky when she hears them. And while on the dock up north, she saw a sailboat way at the other end of the lake. “Bow-boat, mama!! Gigi – bow-boat!! Hi Nick! bow-boat!”.
Too much fun.