1. The dog pooped by the front door last night.
“You gotta come see this,” my husband hollered across the house. I was sitting at the dining room table finishing my wine and pasta. A few of the boys were finishing homework.
“No thanks?” I said between bites. Seriously. No thanks.
“Um, there’s worms in there.”
Chairs screeched across the floor as boys catapulted themselves away from the table to go get a look.
I opted not to follow.
2. A while later, after all the excitement had died down, I went to the computer to google “worms in dog poop” which comes up surprisingly fast. I only had to type “worms in…” and thankfully my choice was the dog option and not some of the other hideous afflictions.
“It sounds like,” I started to call to Paul, and before I could finish my sentence he was standing next to me, placing a ziploc baggie on the desk.
“This is what they look like,” he said.
“How in the heck did you get those things in there?” I was equal parts disgusted and impressed. Had he really done the unthinkable task of picking them out of the poop?
“They just started crawling away, so I captured them.”
3. So obviously, we’re off to the vet at some point.
4. Unfortunately, we have a previous commitment of waiting here at the house between the hours of 8 am and noon when the appliance repairman is coming to fix my washer.
5. Yes, it started punking out the other night when I set it to turbo-mega-hot wash cycle (my standard choice). Thankfully I discovered that the machine worked fine on Mere Mortal Status, so I’ve been able to keep the wash moving through, just not using the high high heat option I prefer.
6. So the dog has to wait. The men are on their way and as soon as they leave, we’ll head out with the dog. I sure hope I get my ducks in a row before anything else crazy comes up.
7. But in the end:
Can I get an Amen?
Go see Jen for more, less icky quick takes.
I believe Paul and Jeff (my husband) may be related…the worms in the baggie went with him and the dog to the vet the time it happened even after we googled and knew for sure what they were and girl on the line at the vet’s office said they could just prescribe something. Something about men/boys and sharing this kind of news…
Hope your puppy takes the medicine well!
AMEN, Friend! And…may I encourage you (sort of?) by letting you know a similar thing happened to us 3 weeks ago, involving worms and catapulting boys, EXCEPT in our home it was a cat…and it was on top of someone’s bed. There. You feel better now, don’t you??
much needed! thank you for sharing! in the end that is all that matters!
There must be something in the air today, ’cause most of my takes were of the disgusting variety too. But I figured “Hey, it’s mostly moms reading. They can handle some nastiness.” And lo and behold- nastiness abounds!
Hope doggy feels better soon.
This post just made my week seem a lot better. I know that probably wasn’t your intention, but I appreciate it all the same.
AMEN!!!
Reading this post yesterday resulted in me having a jumping scurrying maggots dream last night!
Well, sounds like we have the same life… My biggest fear is the “next crazy thing”. Thanks for the laugh!!!
Amen! My kids did a VBS once where one teacher taught the kids to shout “All the time!” whenever she said “God is Good!” She used it to get their attention and settle them down. Worked so well. Maybe I should do that at home…would probably be more pleasant than “QUIET DOWN!!!!!!”