OK So I know I haven't blogged in a while.. but that is not to say nothing exciting has happened... My life has changed (for the good) forever!!! Danny and I found a Dollar movie theater near our house that is actually a nice theater and I'm not disgusted to sit in a seat or touch anything. And, on Tuesdays it is 50 cents!! We take Jackson with us because I figure if he cries and we have to leave we're only out $1.00 rather than $16.00. So, now let me tell you about my Tuesday. After a long and very exhausting day, I came home with Jackson--who was teething so bad and in a rotton mood. All I wanted to do was take a nap with Jackson before the movie we were planning to go see. I walked in the house and I could smell IT right away. There was poop somewhere in the house. I knew it was Sally's brand I just had to find it. So, I put Jackson down to play and I start the hunt. I followed my nose right to the guest room--where, right in the middle of the floor was a huge pile of stinking dog sh*t. I yelled for Sally, and ran to get her. Understand that she NEVER has accidents. The only other time she ever did was when she was a puppy and Danny and I ignored her crying to go out so she peed on the floor. No poop, ever. Now I am chasing Sally around the living room and grab her by the collar to do the old "stick her nose in it" bit. Sally resists to the point of almost pulling the collar off. So I am dragging her from the living room, down the hall into the guest room. She starts growling at me. That, of course upsets Jackson, so he starts crying. I took her into the guest room and made her see it and then slapped her on her doggie backside. I yelled, "NO! BAD DOG!" and all that... After smelling two rancid dog farts after that, I put her outside for the evening. I was so fed up...I was hoping my once beloved Sally would just run away. Which, if you know me, you know that is extreme. Danny came home and--bless his heart--cleaned up the poop and plugged in the scentsy and vaccumed. We did end up going to the movies. What did we see? Oh, Marley & Me. Sally is NOWHERE near the "worst dog ever" as Marley is but just the same, I bawled my eyes out and have never felt so guilty... I really hope that Sally can forgive me. Believe me, she recieved lots of loving after that. Of course, if she poops like that again I may have her stomach removed.
