"The boys" surprised me at work with a huge bouquet of flowers. My favorites, Gerbera daisies! Oddly, the card that came along with the flowers appeared to be signed in my mother's handwriting. Curious indeed.
Initially, I had thought that my mom was trying to be silly and send me flowers for my birthday, pretending they were from the dogs. Seems like something she would do. When I got home after work, though, I knew that, in fact, the flowers did come from the dogs. They wanted to send me something that smelled pretty for my birthday.
Because the house certainly did NOT smell pretty when I got home!
It appears as if the boys have picked something up from the Sports and Leisure show on the weekend. Romeo has been a little ... umm ... loose since Monday. Though nothing serious or concerning. The scene that awaited me when I got home, on the other hand, was certainly concerning! What a mess!
May I say, thank Dog for crate training! The crates were a fine sight easier to clean than the carpets/walls/ceiling would have been.
PEEE-EWWW!
I am assuming this is a bug or something from the show. They really haven't been anywhere else or eaten anything strange that would cause this.
So, despite the pathetic "I'll perish without sustenance" looks they are giving me, the boys are on a fast at least until tomorrow evening. I'm hoping the night goes by without much trouble, though if things are still ... err ... messy in the morning, I'll likely cart them off to the vet's on my way to work.
I'm thinking I should go to bed now, as I anticipate a night punctuated by frequent potty trips and bum-washes.
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