It's a commonly yelled phrase in my house, along with "get OUT of the cat box," "paws off the table," and "Oh GOD! Who STINKS?!?" Right now, it's the last phrase. I have no idea who stinks and why, but good jeebus it's nasty. I think everyone might need a good dose of Flagyl and Gas-X just for good measure. It's especially bad since the culprit is one of six dogs that are currently smushed together in a pile underneath my desk and the smell comes right up into my nostrils. I am taking a break from searching for employment. I was fired two weeks ago, and spent the first week giving the house a major spring cleaning, and the second is now being spent trying to find gainful employment that will cover my student loans. And of course, I was released right as cottontail season ended here in Wyoming. I only had one very muddy week day to take the dogs out to work some rabbit warrens before we were only able to hunt jack rabbits. I'm n
Confessions of a Crazy Rat Dog Mama