So i got home EARLY, well, on-time, today! i was in the door by 5:30 pm, so exciting. i say "hi" to puppy, open the back door, kick off my shoes and decide to pee real quick, while i'm on the phone with Mer (the only person i do this to without telling... in fairness, she returned the favor a short while later).
So i'm peeing & Jack tears across the wood floor at puppy-flight-speed & launches into my lap. Fun times, not unusual though (hey, i have a lotta lap!).
EXCEPT.
Jack has poop all over his booty & back haunch. Clarification: Christine now has crap smeared on her jeans, her cardigan & hand. Dilemma. What to do? i need to contain him, 'cept i'm still peeing, on the phone & one hand is now rendered useless. Yes, first thing, hang-up phone. Take off pants & cardigan. Finish, uh, business. Wash hands well while cooing Jack to come back (Thank god i'd not opened my bedroom door, otherwise my bed would've been well soiled.).
I corral the deviant, plop him in the tub. Wash him well, towel him off, keep him in the bathroom to shake-dry while i wash out my clothes, add spray & wash. I trek outside to the garage where my day's outfit & the bathroom linens get plopped into the washing machine.
All this in 14 minutes & i'm back on the phone with Mer, relating the whole thing. Oh, wait, i did put new pants before venturing outside to use the washer (good, Bridgette).
Sigh. So much for putting free time to good use... at least it rendered a semi-amusing story.
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