So my mother calls to tell me that she's shortening her Christmas visit so we could spend more time with my in-laws who would be coming in on the 23rd. Sounds pretty magnanimous doesn't it? Well, here's the rest of the story...
She's known they were coming for over a week.
Now, my mother's dog uses a pee-pee pad. My mother says this is easier for her than actually housebreaking the dog. I think it's disgusting. So she comes to my house and puts pee-pee pads out. Sometimes the dog doesn't make it totally on the pad. More gross.
So last visit her dog didn't use one pee pad. They were here for a week. Guess where the dog chose to piss.
My office carpet. Now the door isn't going to stay closed because the kids come in and out to get their crayons, markers, paper, school books, etc. Even IF they weren't in and and, I opened the door and that little dog ran into the office and pissed before I could grab her.
So I tell me mother that I'm having to clean my carpets. She can't bring the dog anymore. Told her I found three spots on the carpet. Since that time I've found four more. My office carpet has little dots of dried dog pissed all over it. I cleaned my carpet just six weeks ago. I know they weren't there before she brought the dog with her.
Now why did I let her bring the dog with her in the first place? Because she can't handle being away from her for more than a day or two. The dog gets on my sofa (no pets aloud on the the sofa), and my mother says the rule doesn't apply to her dog because "she's special" and "she doesn't know she's a dog." Well, *I* know she's a dog. I don't want her on my sofa.
Or sitting at the table while I eat (yeah...)
So thirty minutes after telling my mother that she can no longer bring her dog to my house until it is housebroken, she calls and tells me we need time alone with the IL's and she will be cutting her visit short. Okay with me, I don't like house guests in my house for more than a couple days anyway.
So, in the Dog vs. Grandchildren issue, the dog has won.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
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4 comments:
BAAAHHAAAHAAHA!!
That's a great story! A little sad, on one hand, but still hilarious.
What's that saying? Houseguests are like leftovers... After about 3 days, you gotta throw them out.
Something like that.
Hope you're feeling better.
I don't know what's worse...grandparents choosing a dog of grandchildren, or choosing to side with a preacher rather than their grandchild.
You could offer to let the grandkids come to her house and pee on her floor..
wonder if that would go over well????
just a thought
Crowder, on the bright side, I won't have to worry about her staying a full week anymore. It'll be in one day, visit a day, leave the next.
Batman, what happened?!
Barney, okay, that made me spit with laughter. Maybe *I* should piss on her floor...
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