Last night, I got out a handheld black light and tooled around the house. The black light illuminated several spots of urine on the carpet. Thr urine stains glow in the dark. It’s that darn mentally challenged cat of ours… Mandy. You should see our 3 year old’s room. I’m callin’ the carpet cleaners…
Example from the Internet…
Oliver is 6 months old. We were advised to get him neutered at 6 months. So yesterday, poor little Oliver was off to the vet. He spent last night crying and a bit shaky. He seems better today. I think he might even make it to puppy school on Saturday. Oliver’s cat brother Jake had to get his teeth cleaned yesterday. Jake had to have a tooth extracted.
We’ve spent the last few weeks battling a terrible flu-like sickness that would not go away. Oliver carried on in the usual chaotic way, he is relentless.
Desperately seeking attention, Oliver managed to soak up baby love.
Oliver the Puggle says bye-bye to the kids every morning. He wants to go too, but he pooped 3 times (in one 15 minute time span) in the back of the Tahoe last week. Bad dog!!! Chaos ensued.
No way!
Oh dear… What’s going on in this picture Oliver?
Look at my friend Toby!!! He’s even funnier…
Oliver went to PetCo to get a new collar. His baby collar was too small. He happened to see this toy sitting on a bottom shelf and picked it up. He carried it to the counter all by himself. But sadly I must report that Oliver’s pug toy is now in pieces with the squeaker pulled out.
It snowed on Sunday! About 4 inches. Oliver didn’t want to go outside all day. He even let me put his sweater on. Today there is still snow on the ground but the sun is out. Oliver ran around in the snow and had a great time.
I have been online for 2 hours trying to get Rockies World Series tickets. And what a mess it’s been. They decided to “suspend” ticket sales until “later today.” Grrr.
Day 1
Day 2
(Mom will be too frazzled to photograph this sequence of events)
Oliver’s cat brother, Jake, is trying to move out of the house. His bags are packed and he waits by the door all day. Last night he spent the night outside in the cold. He got out and nobody noticed.
“All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go
I’m standin’ here outside your door”
-John Denver, December 31, 1943 – October 12, 1997
I’m a dork, sorry.
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