the Dalaverse

Just spent 45 minutes trying to clean up after Dr. R's Simple Dog; you might remember him as the dog who couldn't get himself up the two steps that separate the sunken living room from the rest of the house. Well, I'm dogsitting again and tonight he did that thing dogs do where they don't entirely finish going to the bathroom. So he dragged his butt all over the hardwood floor, in about eight different places, and in one spot on the carpeted stair landing. I cleaned all that up while he whined outside, then tried to clean him up. Problem being this dog is fear-aggressive, especially concerning his hind end. So I couldn't just wipe his butt like I would Ralphie or Scooby because he would bite me. I had to throw a towel over him, try to keep him from flailing out of my lap, and blindly wipe him down with wet paper towels (about half a roll's worth) without being able to see what I was doing. I finally gave up when he got away from me for a second time and wouldn't let me near him with the towel again. There's probably still some grossness on his stupid fan tail, but whatever, I did the best I could. And then I took a shower.

Just had to share that. Sorry. I'm sitting here feeling very resentful of the Rs and their happy life and fancy house and weirdo dogs and cleaning lady and the fact that they're in Cancun right now.

Also I burned the roof of my mouth so badly at dinner that it's actually blistered. It's unpleasant.

Tomorrow should really, really be Saturday, but it's not.