Misty recently shared an article with me and several hundred other Facebook users, that stated the life threatening dangers of sharing a bed with your animals. Now, this was not exactly news to me. We just took a fourteen hour (one way) road trip with our dogs, and I will tell you that after the first six hours in the car with the dogs, the air quality was equivalent to the area under your armpit on a hot summer day. After twelve hours, the air quality was more closely related to a horses nether regions. By the end of the trip, it was more toxic than three mile island. We were losing our hair, fertility, and the ability to taste sour and salty foods. The smell was compounded by spoiling milk that had spilled five days prior. As we drove down the highway to our home, a green cloud followed us, and in every car we passed that had two or more people, there were looks of accusation.
I understand fully that we take our lives in our hands when we let the dogs sleep in our bed. Though to me, the greater issue is how the dogs rule our bed. Between Misty hogging the covers and the dogs hogging the space, I have gone weeks at a time without sleeping. I am generally a patient man, but once, I snapped. I was tired from not having slept during the month of June, and was angered at having to be called home by our neighbor because our dog was barking so much it caused a tourette filled rage from our other neighbor.
So I snapped, I put the dogs on craigslist, under the heading "adopt our dogs or I will put them in the freezer". It was an empty threat, I could never live without our dogs. I just wanted to scare them into behaving. But Misty has never let me forget this. She brings it up every time we have the discussion on what age children we want to adopt. I am partial to maybe one baby and an older sibling, but she refuses to discuss adopting any one younger than twenty-three years old. Really, every time I say, "I think I want to do the baby thing" she says that I would not be able to handle getting woken up every night, with the reminder "remember that time in aught nine when you got frustrated because the dogs woke you up".
Truth be told, they wake me up 9 nights out of 10. I am pretty patient with them, even though they are just dogs. The bigger debate for me is what about the older kids waiting to be adopted. We don't know what age we want to adopt, we have the discussion often and what I think we can agree on is that we well just know when the right referral comes.
I understand fully that we take our lives in our hands when we let the dogs sleep in our bed. Though to me, the greater issue is how the dogs rule our bed. Between Misty hogging the covers and the dogs hogging the space, I have gone weeks at a time without sleeping. I am generally a patient man, but once, I snapped. I was tired from not having slept during the month of June, and was angered at having to be called home by our neighbor because our dog was barking so much it caused a tourette filled rage from our other neighbor.
So I snapped, I put the dogs on craigslist, under the heading "adopt our dogs or I will put them in the freezer". It was an empty threat, I could never live without our dogs. I just wanted to scare them into behaving. But Misty has never let me forget this. She brings it up every time we have the discussion on what age children we want to adopt. I am partial to maybe one baby and an older sibling, but she refuses to discuss adopting any one younger than twenty-three years old. Really, every time I say, "I think I want to do the baby thing" she says that I would not be able to handle getting woken up every night, with the reminder "remember that time in aught nine when you got frustrated because the dogs woke you up".
Truth be told, they wake me up 9 nights out of 10. I am pretty patient with them, even though they are just dogs. The bigger debate for me is what about the older kids waiting to be adopted. We don't know what age we want to adopt, we have the discussion often and what I think we can agree on is that we well just know when the right referral comes.
I am familiar with that smell. Its been overtaking our jeep all week. Pretty sure no dogs have been hiding in there, but perhaps a dead animal? Or more realistically, a dirty diaper, of which you will have many to look forward to. Could also easily be rotting food, spoiled milk, spilled smoothie, or molding coffee. Again, this sounds very much like a situation that could soon be your very own reality, depending on the referral that you decide to take.
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