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Well, as promised, the Molly story. I will try to be brief, as my stories sometimes are too long. As you can see...Casper, the friendly goat, thinks he is a dog. Molly, the two year old companion of mine, thinks she is a human. She doesn't realize she is a dog and Casper doesn't realize he is a goat. You will see what I mean when I explain the consequences of Molly being attached to me at the hip. On my last trip up the Erie way to see my kids, I decided to take Molly. My daughter always says her little dog, Zoey, so loves to play with dogs and has no one to play with. Weather permitting, I also thought it would be nice to take Molly for a walk along the beach at Presque Isle beach in Erie. It rained and we never made it....but..... Not knowing how Molly would be on her little one day vacation with me, I decided to take a pet crate for her. Now realize, she is never in a pet crate anymore like she was as a puppy for training. When I leave the house, she has the freedom of being in the house and just sleeps or waits for me at the door until I get home. When I go downtown to Uni Mart, I always take her with me and park so she can see me through the glass window / door or else wait until that parking spot is available so she can see me. Molly always gets a small piece of pizza when we go there. Well...Molly did very well when we first arrived at my daughter's house. She played with Zoey a bit and then my daughter suggested we go to a little hot dog shop in the area and visit a unique thrift store. They always take Zoey with them on the weekends wherever they go. She is used to that routine. I decided to put Molly in the kitchen ( where Zoey stays at night ) in her crate and give her familiar things. She had a few toys I'd brought from home, a chew toy and her food. I thought for the short time we'd be gone, she would be OK. Oh how wrong I was.... We took two cars and I followed my daughter and her husband in case I wanted to stay longer at the thrift store. I love thrift stores and they think they are just OK. The thrift store is three stories, very cheap ( some things just 40-50 cents ) and they have everything under the sun. You see why they thought I'd want to stay a little longer ?? When I put Molly in the crate in the kitchen, she barked and barked and seemed to not want to be in there. I told her I would be back soon. Well..we ate lunch at a little hot dog shop and then went to the thrift store...all within minutes of their house. It turned out that we all did leave the thrift store at roughly the same time, with them leaving about 3 minutes ahead of me. Certainly I hit a red light and they were a bit ahead of me. My cellphone rang while I was at the red light. It was my daughter saying "Mama...you are NEVER going to believe this, but Molly is sitting..no jumping around in our bay window...knowing all of the plants and photographs over." I could hear my daughter's voice a bit upset as I told her I would be there as fast as I could. I cannot imagine how one little...well medium size dog....that is as good as gold for me...could make my daughter's house look like a tornado had swept through it. My exclamation on my keyboard does not work anymore...but I'd love to put ten exclamations after that last statement. lol Molly must have wanted to be with me SO BADLY...that she clawed her way out of the large pet crate. The bottom of it was clear across their kitchen floor. She pulled down kitchen towels, the huge kitchen broom was chewed to pieces and the handle on the broom looked like a toothpick. She had living room pillows all over the floor and I have no idea how she even got up in the big bay window...FILLED with plants and photographs. There is no seat in front of it and it would have been a big jump for her. The plants and dirt were everywhere, along with the nose marks all over the window. The yellow kitchen floor was full of her black fur...and it looked like she tinkled or else she spilled Zoey's water. WHAT A MESS...no exclamation mark, once again, that I'd love to use. Believe it or not, my daughter and her husband just started cleaning it up and said "possibly next time, Molly might be better in the kennel"....and I must say I agreed with them 100 %. When it was time to go to bed, I had planned on putting Molly in the crate in the kitchen with Zoey. Zoey has the freedom of the kitchen with a baby gate across the large door so she cannot get into the rest of the house. She has a nice doggy door and gated area so she can get inside and out. After the little episode that afternoon, my daughter asked if I'd like to see if Molly wanted to sleep with me in the bed. I said "sure" if she thought it would work. As it turned out, that is all Molly wanted was to be with me. She slept in the bed with me at first, walked with me when I went to the bathroom and then came back to the bedroom again. She got up on the bed beside
Belmont day 6: Tucker'd This kid. He is perfect. Until bedtime, that is. I think we made some headway with the kennel last night.... Almost. Had to put him in his own room in the kennel. Went in to check on him during one of his whining fits and he had dumped-out in the kennel and spread it everywhere. Good Lord did I feel bad for him. He didnt want to be sitting in his own poops. Poor kid... but when he whines all night I cant tell a difference between his poop-whine and his lonely-whine. We will get there. I put him back in his room, with the kennel door open. I cleaned for half an hour. He fell asleep fast after I left, he had found his way up onto the Queen bed. Much more cozy up there. 6 am I hear his potty cry, go running in to find him whining at the door to go potty and his potty all over the mattress. Poop and pee. This kid didnt sleep a wink last night because he was too busy going to the bathroom. And I didnt sleep a wink last night because I was too busy cleaning up his bathroom messes. He fell asleep in the sunshine on my leg after dad went to work this morning. Now he is sleeping in his kennel. Now I can get some work done. Anyone know how to remove dog wiz (and stench) from a mattress??? Sent via iPhone. Thats right: iPhone. Booya.
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