Don't you come at me with that thing...and other musings of the day

Today I sent Gertie to the dog groomer - her arch nemesis.

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I think I'll pop her a zoloft and she should be alright.

And I had to wake up at 7:30 in the morning to rid my house of the abominable snow dog of the prairie. And because of my sheer exhaustion I left Kaydn Rye out in the backyard to splash all of the water of the pool, the water that took me an hour to fill with buckets of warm water since the water out of the hose was apparently too cold. I figure, can't a three-year-old fend for himself in the backyard for 15 minutes. But in the aftermath of my nap, after Kaydn Rye had alreayd opened the gate to the backyard [his cage], I realized he had ended up playing in the front yard for all the world to kidnap him. But the most petrifying realization - I had not cleaned up the Gertie poop in the backyard...dun dun dun....I'm hoping that I won't find any of Gertie's magical little treats on the bottom of any flip flops in the morning when I finally get around to getting out of bed.