Open Letter

Dear C-Train Bastards,

I bet you feel pretty good about yourself, pushing me out of the way to sit down. Even better that it was two separate occasions and two different men. Kudos to the both of you; karma will definitely be shining down on your souls.

And to all the people who feel that their bags deserve seat space... MOVE THEM THE F**K OUT OF THE WAY and let people sit down.

All of you, just wait until the weather is nicer and my winter coat is no longer camouflaging The Buddha; I swear as God is my witness, you will know the displeasure of a pregnant woman who has to stand.

Dear Really Nice Bus Lady,

Thank you so much for giving me your seat last week. It was really good to sit down. I doubt you will ever realize how much that meant to me and how grateful I was. I think I loved you for that entire bus ride, no, I did love you. Again thanks, my swollen legs and feet will forever be in your debt.

So, had another doctor appointment this morning. All is well. Dr. St33d is definitely a nice man, he did spend some time in Lethbridge so we chatted about that. The Piglet is doing well and is on track. I've gained 12 pounds total, for the 1/2 way mark, I think that's pretty good. I'm trying to keep the crap food under control, it's probably a good thing that I don't much care for much right now. Although, Ryan (from work) did give me his apple fritter at lunch time; I ate it on the way to the train station when I got off work. Actually I ate 1/2 of it, I just remembered the other 1/2 is still in my pocket. Anyway, food just doesn't have the same appeal to me anymore. I eat because I'm hungry but nothing is TO DIE FOR; no cravings, even my grape tomato phase is over.

I'm hoping that Steven will come to my next doctor appointment so he can hear the heartbeat. It is so amazing. I know I'm talking like no other woman has ever given birth but c'mon, indulge me please, everything is a first for me. It's huge. I can't wait until I can feel him. (& by him, I mean The Piglet not Steven)

I'm so tired right now. I didn't leave work until after 530p; on the positive side, there was no traffic but on the negative side, I didn't have time to cook dinner & Steven wanted the dirty bird for dinner... yum, I can feel my arteries hardening as I type.

Oddly enough, my jeans are too big. Not too sure what's going on, I washed & dried them last night but they feel all stretched out, it's not like I lost any weight, I better not have to buy another pair of ridiculously priced maternity jeans. Although, I might go out and buy a skirt and another pair of dress pants; it's getting pretty boring wearing the same 2 pairs of work pants over and over again.

There's been some comments that my writing is witty, funny... oh stop, I'm blushing... umm, what was I saying... oh yeah, I was telling Steven this and we laughed because when we go out I'm normally pretty quiet and (these are his words, not mine) he's a prick. People must wonder what happened to our personalities, then we determined that we only brought our A game to each other, I mean really, it's too much effort otherwise. (I'm sorry, that was so much more funny in my head)

Week 20

Wow, 1/2 way there. It seems just like yesterday.

The Piglet is between 5 1/2 - 6 1/2" from crown to rump, and between 9-10" from head to toe. He weighs about 9 ounces (although, it's estimated that he actually weights about 1 pound... he's a porker). Over the next month, he'll gain about a pound. Right now, he is about the size of a mango. His permanent teeth are already starting to form behind his baby teeth. These permanent teeth won't be mature for several years. By this point, he can move his eyes, though not always in tandem. What were sweeping left-right motions last week are turning into eye rolls. Eyebrows have formed, and hair is beginning to form on his scalp. He's begun to produce vernix, a white creamy substance that protects his developing skin in utero. From this point on, he seems to be able to differentiate between mornings, afternoons, & nighttime and starts to become active at certain times more than others. He also has all of the neurons in his brain that he'll need.

-excerpt from: “Great Expectations: Your all-in-one resource for pregnancy & childbirth” by Sandy Jones

I wonder if it's too early to go to bed. I wonder if I go to sleep now, will I sleep thru the night?

Anyway, went to the Winter Club this morning. Our company is sponsoring the Special Olympics Provincial Curling Championships and Al threw out the first rock with Tom & Ryan sweeping for him. Crystal & I took pictures. It was pretty cool. Watched curling for awhile, chatted with some other people that were watching; then we went for lunch. I think I really need to eat lighter meals, more often because I just get this overly full feeling and general discomfort after I eat. I didn't even eat my entire lunch. Drove Crystal home, swung by the office, ran some errands and dropped into get my eyebrows done. I love those girls. Oh, and the best part? I wore my company golf shirt, thank goodness for stretchy material. I felt a bit like the Incredible Hulk, like any second I would burst out of the shirt and start turning green or something. Or maybe blue like Violet from Willy Wonka. Whatever, you get the point. I should have gotten the picture taken because you could really see The Buddha. Maybe if you rub it and make a wish, it will come true! Seriously tho', don't touch my tummy unless you ask first. Don't just swoop down on me, I don't like it. Although, I did ask Liz if I could poke her belly. Just to compare, I can't believe how hard The Buddha is getting. Well, hard under my top layer of fat, it's not like anything I thought it would be.

Gimme a P! Gimme a P!

What does it spell? PeePee!

That's right, we're having a boy.

Steven & I had our first ultrasound appointment on Wednesday morning. It was AMAZING. The Piglet was wriggling around, all squirmy, legs & arms everywhere. The technician was trying to find different parts of the body and he would move his head or move his arms to cover his head. Didn't want his picture taken, just like his father! Even up until I was laying on the table, we weren't exactly sure if we were going to find out The Piglet's sex. Because I didn't give okay to the technician, she wouldn't tell Steven one way or another. At one point Steven was watching the screen intently, and was questioning the technician but she wasn't answering. Finally I told her that it was okay, we'd like to know the sex. So the technician turns to Steven and says "that's the baby's arm". And she moves the wand to The Piglet's private parts and says "it's a boy, it's pretty obvious". And Steven response? "and what a boy!". But there's no mistaking the penis. Our son.

This ultrasound was the detailed one. She went over the body parts, organs, brain and did some measurements. Time-wise, I'm right on track give or take a day. According to measurements, The Piglet is 9" long and about 1 pound. And definitely a mover. I can't even describe the feeling of seeing our son. Of knowing that I have a person growing inside of me...INSIDE OF ME...A PERSON! I am in awe of this process. I feel so inconsequential when it comes right down to it, I mean.... wow. I can't wait until I can feel the baby moving.

Behold the Beauty of the Old Lady Shoes

Just shut it. They're comfortable. Steven picked them out for me. This is what the tag says:

SLIP RESISTANT FOOTWEAR

-Oil Resistant

-Non-marking Outsoles

-Flexible Construction

-Unique Molded Sock Design With:

-contoured footbed

-heel cradle

-arch support

-heel to toe cushioning

-Laboratory tested

And last but definitely not least.... they are called safeTstep.

C'mon, if that doesn't just SCREAM sex, I don't know what does!

I also bought another pair, they at least look fashionable.

The biggest selling point is that I don't have to bend down to put my shoes on. Frankly, I'm finding bending down more & more difficult these days.

And, a big thank you to Stacey for the Princess Moonbeam Sunnypants name suggestion. So far, possibly the one in the lead! We tossed around Fancypants but then decided it sounded too much like a cat. Now, there's a friend with imagination. She's not trying to pawn her own name off on us, quite the opposite in fact she is steering us away from her name, she's quite protective of it... wait a second... is the baby not good enough for your name? Is that it? Think you're too good for us? Hrmph. I get it now. It's ON! (as she walks away muttering evil things under her breath..."thinks she's too good for us, does she?"..."I'll show her who's too good for that name"...)

I've been kicked out of better places...

yeh, that's right you heard me.

McKenzie came to town and we went to the Science Centre on Saturday afternoon. Because the last time (& only other time) I went with Tam & her family we went to WOW Town. I really enjoyed WOW Town & wanted to show Steven the shadow "game". But apparently WOW Town is for the 3-7 year old set and we were asked to leave. Bastards. I felt kind of bad because they singled McKenzie out and asked him to leave so I went over and said "no, it's my fault I was the one who wanted to come in here."

We're still kicking around names: again, (probably) NOT going to name my child after someone that I know. So please here's more names that we will not be using... Kelly, Jennifer, Alan. And after you read the next part, you'll understand why I may have to disqualify Steven from choosing names.

Me: what about Marilla?
Steven: GORILLA?
Me: yes, what do you think if we named the baby gorilla?
Me: Jesus
Steven: I don’t like that one either, too much expectation with a name like Jesus
Me: ….

I just figured out how to change the time zone stamp on my entries. I'm such an idiot sometimes. I was wondering why I was in Pacific Time Zone all the time.

We did go get Coco Brooks pizza and while it was not to die for, the crust is a cornicopia of awesomeness. I would definitely go again. We got 2 personal pizzas (to share) and a salad (apparently I was supposed to share that as well but I ate it all). Poor Steven, he was still hungry, but really it's not like 1/2 a salad would have filled him up. Maybe if he ate the bread bowl, which for the record, I did not eat but gave some to Riley (shh, I probably shouldn't have).

Watched The Departed, The Prestige and The Black Dahlia this weekend. Good, good and meh, I really thought it was about the Black Dahlia murder; the best part of that movie were the clothes from the ... what was it the 1950's?

Took another kick ass nap. Since Steven starting nights this week, we took a nap on Sunday afternoon after Church and old lady shoe shopping. He only slept an hour, me, well I slept for about 3 or so hours. Lovely, simply marvelous. I can't get over the goodness of the nap concept. Anyway, my plan was to stay awake with Steven to keep him company on Sunday night since Monday was a holiday. Holy crap, I had such a raging headache from being awake that long that I thought I was going to vomit. I stayed up until about 1am; which isn't late by any stretch of the imagination but almost killed me. Frankly, I still have a headache.

Week 19

Can you believe it? 19 weeks pregnant. It's going by so fast.

I keep wanting to capture our feelings and images so I can never forget. It's simply amazing. For how blase we both are, we are enthralled with being pregnant, with the possiblity of a child, raising a baby to be a good person with morals and proper values. It can be daunting.

Anyway:

The Piglet is between 5-6" long and weighs about 7 ounces, about the size of an apple. If The Piglet is a girl, early ovaries contain follicles with forming eggs. Soon, half of the genetic material for our potential future grandchildren (!) will be formed. Pictures of babies at this age show them touching their own faces, reaching for the umbilical cord, pedaling their legs, and sucking their thumbs. He may already have a preference for the left or right hand. In the brain, areas of nerve cells that serve the senses of touch, taste, smell, sight and hearing are becoming specialized and are forming more complex connections. Loud sounds as well as any feelings I may have of stress or alarm may be communicated to the baby. He responds to these stresses by becoming more active.

-excerpt from: “Great Expectations: Your all-in-one resource for pregnancy & childbirth” by Sandy Jones

We went out for wings after work yesterday. Sitting there talking about random things, rather I was saying that we'll be great parents, it'll be hard but we'll survive and be okay. Then Steven laughs and says "right about now there will be this phrase underneath us saying six months later and we're disheveled, disoriented and frazzled saying well I thought we'd be okay". He's too funny.

Not much going on this Family Day long weekend. We're going (hopefully) to buy some shoes today, work boots for him and slip on dress shoes for me in a bigger size. Maybe a baby name book too. Oh, and I think we'll be going to Coco Brooks for either lunch or dinner. Apparently their pizza is to die for. Brenda & family are in town this weekend. Still hoping that there will be a trip to the Science Centre in our future. And haven't seen the Airdrie folk in a long time; I wonder how smart they are feeling.... it may be trivia time. Steven starts on night shift on Monday so I anticipate a nap over this weekend as well. (I love me some nap time!)

I was saying that I felt like a weeble-wobble this past week. My ass is getting a shelf. A SHELF. It's making me very sad. I was prepared for the front to pop out but not the back, I mean c'mon, my ass was already too big but it's getting bigger. Le sigh, whatever am I going to do? And really, if you're going to say "but you're growing another person in you, it's natural..." Just shut it right now, I don't want to hear it. It sucks to realize your ass looks huge and could be it's own little time zone.

We watched The Trail3r Park movie last night. Y'know, it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. How's that for a review? I was gathering all my charitable donation receipts and trying to catch up on my current donations while I watched it so it wasn't that great because it wasn't holding my complete attention but it didn't make me want to leave the room. So I think that I'm just waiting for one more receipt and we should be able to start taxes, well at least my taxes. I think Steven's waiting for one.

The Belly aka The Buddha

I thought that now would be a good time to try and photo document my belly progression. Easier said than done. I think I may need Steven's help for this. I tried to take some self portraits in the mirror, all that it accomplished was me cleaning the bathroom mirror after seeing the picture. And then because the mirror was so clean I cleaned the sink and the counter. Then I took some pictures of Riley:
 

I think he hates you.

I also made some snowmen in the backyard to greet Steven when he comes home, but it may be too dark for him to see them. And gosh only knows, by tomorrow they could be littler and possibly yellow.

But here are some pictures of The Buddha, please note TB is referring to the belly NOT the baby.

I tried different angles but frankly my arms, they are just not long enough. I'll try and get Steven to take some pictures on the weekend.

Here's my bitch of the day. I really like using Pant3n3 Daily Moisture Renewal Shampoo & Conditioner (not an all in one); but darn it if it's impossible to find in stock. So, taking a page from my friend Jen, I wrote a strongly worded email to the company asking why this is so. I'm hoping for some kind of response because I'm getting really tired of my hair being all dry and fly-a-way. What happened to my shiny hair? And for that matter where the heck is my glow? Still nothing. Anyway, back to the shampoo fiasco... everytime I'm out & about I look for it. It makes me so very, very sad. I'm using all sorts of crappy non-working stuff that it's making me sick. Stupid hair products.

Here's a happy thought for the day. At work there's this Donald Duck spoon. I get unbelievably happy whenever I get to use it. I reach my hand up to the cupboard where the silverware tray is (I'm so short, I can't actually see the spoons) and on days where I get the spoon, I KNOW it's going to be an okay day and days when I don't get the spoon, my heart falls just a little bit. I don't even know why we have such a spoon but we do. I'm almost tempted to go out and buy a bunch of cartoon silverware for myself. I'm such a dork.

Check it out! I can't see my feet.

From the bottom up. Check out my rack! heh.

Does this baby make me look fat?

Okay, so Al said I was getting fatter. I said that I was going to kick him. It's sort of a stand-off, at least from my POV. I'm sure he just meant that I was showing more, at least that's how I'm going to take it. I was complaining about my pants getting shorter & shorter after every wash. They will be perfect length for capris by the time spring comes.
Steven & I went to the Silent Movie Monday. It was Sunrise which won all sorts of awards in 1927. It was still a good movie but last year's was better. Steven made a comment too, that he won't go with me to a normal movie but he'll always go to these ones. We went out for dinner at Ceili's beforehand, meh it was alright; will probably never be anyone's first choice for a meal. Then I took the day off yesterday and after Steven made me shovel the sidewalk... RELAX... he used the snowblower and I followed him with the shovel to clean up the edges because we're anal like that. Then we spent some time throwing Riley into the snow... good times, good times. For being a sled dog, he sure doesn't like being cold.
Went for lunch with Darrin at the White Spot. Bleh, chicken pot pie my ass. And they ran out of Caesar dressing... RAN OUT... AT LUNCHTIME. What the hell is up with that? Holy crap, I'm turning into a crank like Steven, someone slap me quickly! Then we went to Sunridge to see the chocolateur exhibit...trust me, stay home. So.Not.Worth.It. There were 4 displays in the centre court. Pathetic. Frankly, I was tres disappointed. So we bought some bday cards and went grocery shopping. Poor Darrin, having to tag along on my errands and then Steven went off on some tangent while they were waiting for me about "how he was going to get an earful from me when we got home"..."because Darrin was there". Poor guy. He's all "but I thought she liked me". I asked Steven if he told him the truth and he just shrugged his shoulders. Darrin's probably just thinking that I'm some sort of raging bitch, well, I AM but I do like him.

Update

Here is the list of my big plans from the weekend:

I am going to finish module 2 AND get at least 1/2 way thru module 3.
I finished module 2 and did a couple pages of module 3.
I am going to clean the bathroom.
I went to the bathroom numerous times, I’m thinking that counts.
I am going to do a couple of loads of laundry.
Done! And I folded some clothes too, still in the basket but they’re folded.
I am going to pack up some clothes in the spare room.
I looked at all the clothes in the spare room, compared them against the clothes that I can currently wear and got a bit depressed and left the room defeated.

In other news, I had another kick ass nap on Saturday similar to last weekend. I was tired around 1130am and I thought “self, where’s the harm? I’m tired, I should get some rest”. So I set my alarm for 2pm and lay in the bed. Steven called me around 2, maybe right after my alarm went off? And asked me if the power was out, apparently there was this huge power outage in the northeast but we were blissfully unaffected; although I was sleeping for most of the afternoon so I wouldn’t have known either way. Anyway, after I got off the phone with Steven, I went back to sleep… until 430pm. Sadly I’ve crossed the line between napping and sleeping, but I must be tired because I went to bed at my normal time and had to force myself to wake up in time for Church.

I’ve been kicking around the idea of giving up something for Lent. Actually I was toying with the idea of it last year but never got around to it. Now, I’m not exactly sure what I can give up; I have no real favorite things anymore since I got pregnant; I’m going to try to abstain from commercialism on Sundays (ie: not buying/shopping on Sundays) not that it’s a big problem for me but it’s a way to start. I was thinking of cheese. I’m being very specific because I can’t really give up dairy altogether right now and cheese is high in fat anyway and I probably enjoy it more than I should. I was also thinking about not buying lunch every day and instead donating the money that I would normally spend in a week.

Week 18

The Piglet is about 5 - 5 1/2 inches long from top to tail and weighs a little more than 5 ounces, about the size of a lobster tail. While in earlier weeks, he may have been able to sense sound wth his primitive ear structures, this week, the bones of the ear become fully formed along with the part of his brain that processes signals from his ears. There's no evidence that playing music, language tapes, or any other sounds to him will make him a genius, but then again, it can't hurt! Studies have suggested that babies will remember sounds that they have heard in utero and that they have a preference for known sounds. So a song I play for him now may help soothe him to sleep after he's born. There's still plenty of room in my uterus, so he can be quite active with his new muscles. He may change positions frequently, cross his legs, recline, suck his thumb, and turn somersaults. His retinas have become light sensitive, and he may be able to detect a glow if we shine a bright light at my belly. (even though his eyelids are sealed)

-excerpt from: “Great Expectations: Your all-in-one resource for pregnancy & childbirth” by Sandy Jones

Not too much is going on today. It's cold, Steven took the truck to work again today not that I'm going anywhere. I have big plans today... BIG PLANS baby!

I am going to finish module 2. AND get at least 1/2 way thru module 3.

I am going to clean the bathroom.

I am going to do a couple of loads of laundry.

I am going to pack up some clothes in the spare room.

I made a double batch of chocolate chip cookies on Thursday night... also found out that if we refrigerate them they become HARD like rocks. Steven toook some to work and offered some to his co-workers. I feel so bad, apparently one of them "almost lost his teeth" when he took a bite. Oops, talk about embarrassing. (is that how you spell that? y'know, one of those words I never spell right).

Also, at the end of our weekly business meeting Jen asked me if I was wearing a belly band (a handy-dandy tube like material that allows me to wear pre-pregnancy clothes) and I replied "yes, I am! My pants are unbuttoned right now." A bit awkward, but really I've worked with most everyone for 4 years so at this point not much I say surprises them.

We've been throwing some names about... I know, I don't want to hear your suggestions. Just for the record, names we will not be using: Brenda, Linda, Dwight...really, probably not much of surprise to those involved! And really, when I say WE've been throwing the names about... I mean I've been throwing some name selections to Steven. He's really only liked one name and guess what, it's already taken so rest assured we won't be naming the baby after the dog. Although, it would make calling them very easy!

Wendy Whiner

I've come to the conclusion that I complain... alot. And I'm even starting to annoy myself but I'm absolutely powerless to stop myself. It's like I became pregnant and got a whiner license or something. It's pathetic, really.

In other news, Steven is very, very sad today. We lost our complimentary full cable package. Goodbye channel 121, goodbye channel 123; I'll look lovingly back on our time spent together. But we will survive, why you ask? Because we're cheap... umm I mean frugal, and we will refuse to pay for the package.

We just got home from the company anniversary party. It was at Artists of the World. Abso-fricking beautiful venue. Amazing. There was a great turn out, the food was wonderful, the entertainment was excellent, all in all it was a success. I tried to mingle but not many people had an interest in talking with me so I made do with what I could scrap together, but I did try. I also had to sit down for awhile. Frankly my legs and feet are KILLING ME; it's 9:00pm and it feels like it's midnight. It was definitely a long day for this puppy.

Thief! Thief!!!

Hey Mom, Look familiar?

Remember when Dawna & I came down last May and we went thru all the stuff in the trunks in the basement? That's right~ I stole them! All the baby clothes.

 

Week 17

The Piglet is about as wide as your palm, about 6" tall, and weighs about 4 ounces - about as much as a bar of soap. She now weighs more than my placenta. She is now covered with a downy layer of lanugo, which swirls in fingerprint-like formations over her whole body. Her skin is still thin. Brown fat, a special type of fat that plays a role in body heat generation is being deposited. In the next few weeks, her eyes will begin to move beneath her fused lids in a side-to-side sweeping motion.

-excerpt from: “Great Expectations: Your all-in-one resource for pregnancy & childbirth” by Sandy Jones

 

 

We went to the Bird Sanctuary this morning. It was a nice day, sunny & clear; a little cool but not too cold. The walk was great, a little icy but nothing too bad. We'll definitely come back, maybe in the Spring when the birds are coming back. We mostly saw ducks & geese. A couple other birds and tons of tracks. There were only 5 other people on the paths when we were there. Then we went to the Flea Market; and then out for brunch. Steven had a waffle and his comments? Aside from being worried that it wasn't enough, he stated "Dwight's are better."

Lookee, lookee! Linda & Brian gave us an early baby gift, and frankly it's intimidating the hell out of us. We've been staring at it for a couple of days. And yes, it's still in the box in the middle of the living room. It has 3 reclining positions and I'm more than a little suspicious that Steven wants to sit in that bad boy himself. Even Riley is uber impressed, his jaw hit the floor either that or he's being blase about it all and I caught him mid-yawn... one or the other.

 

My mom offered to buy us a change table, but I told her not to buy us anything, maybe wait for a bit. It's a bit weird to have baby stuff in the house so early. It's almost like tempting fate and I don't want to buy anything yet for fear of something bad happening. Slightly superstitious but I don't think I'm alone in this.

After brunch, well really it was more like a late lunch because I think it was close to 3 when we got home; we were both so tired that we took a nap. Yeh, I woke up at 630pm. Nice short nap, I can only hope that I can fall asleep tonight.

The new course is going well. Hopefully I should be able to breeze thru the modules so I can start the 3rd (much more difficult) course by beginning/mid March. It's just fairly easy that it's a bit boring and repetitive. I just need to sit my butt down and get to work.

What else has been happening here? Shall I mention the night that Steven ate my dinner? Or the car that smoked thru the intersection and smacked our neighbor's truck, which is parked in front of the house. Scared the crap out of me, the crash was so loud. Good thing the truck was there otherwise the car probably would have come up into our yard. What about the fact that other people have thought I have "the glow". Personally, I have yet to see it. All I see is sallow skin breaking out and lank hair that should probably be trimmed. AND I think that I don't look pregnant, merely fat.

Oh, here's a new thing. My feet are swelling up. Most work days, I take my shoes off part way thru the afternoon because, well I don't know why but my feet hurt a bit. And then just recently, I haven't been able to get them back on without cramming them on and being a bit painful. With all my shoe options at work (I have about 10 pairs of shoes in my office) you'd think that I'd have a slip on pair or something. Maybe I'll take my big pink fuzzy (pseudo slippers) slip ons and start wearing them.

We watched Saw 3 last night. Gory. Disgusting. Not sure how I felt about the plot, it had it's moments but they pushed the yucky parts so much that we couldn't watch, even the sound effects were puke worthy. I'm not sure but they may have set up for a Saw 4; sometimes, these movie people should just know when to stop. I mean, really.

Psuedo Post

Because I've been pretty busy with my course, in lieu of a real post, I will share this Riley Story with you:

I got home from work yesterday and Riley is all happy and greets me at the door. But then as he’s circling me and walking around, I notice something larger and dark around his nether parts. So I pin him against the kitchen chair and lift his tail. Big old hanger on. Yuck. So then he tries to sit down and I yell at him to stand but he won’t. So I yell at Steven to come and help me while I get my coat and boots off. (frankly, I choose not to think about how long the hanger on was on his ass) I gather my paper towels, bucket of water, soap and plastic bags; because I’m thinking it’s stuck to him (gross, I know) so I get the plastic bags on my hands, grab some paper towels and get to work. Ready to pull some poop and dog fur off Riley’s ass. But wait, I pick the poop up and oddly enough, it’s not stuck to his fur.. “hmm”, I think to myself, “interesting”… until I lift the poop to pull and there’s a bit of resistance and then I see it. A long black hair attaching the poop to the inner regions of his ass.
Lovely.
Got a nice visual now?
Yeah, so I pull a bit and nothing. I tug a bit harder and rather than coming off, the hair KEEPS COMING OUT.
Okay, HURL.
And, aside from being all grossed out. Riley is alternately between pretending that nothing is happening and giving me the death stink eye.
Finally the hair breaks off. Thank god.
Riley comes right up to my face and gives me a kiss. That’s quite unheard of, but I suppose since we shared that bond…then he takes a couple steps and goes down into a full on butt scoot on the kitchen lino.
Bastard dog.
Thankfully we all survived the trauma of the ordeal.