Stinky Pete

I wanted to write about today so that in the future when I think I am having a bad day I can read this and realize everything is pretty good. This story actually begins yesterday and has just continued throughout today.

It was S’s day off and I was excited about that but I didn’t let that stop me from working out. S slept while I was at the gym, or so I thought. I put her to bed before I left thinking to myself how perfect, she can sleep whilst I purge myself of all the toxins I ingest. When I arrived home from my workout she was dead asleep, like I put my hand in front of her face to see if she was breathing asleep. She was out! I proceeded to shower and take care of this and that until I was ready to leave. I had a few errands I wanted to do, returning shoes, getting some Greek food for lunch, taking S by the Pharmacy to pick up some meds. Just good time spent together kind of a day.

When I woke her up she was groggy and disheveled (I like the word disheveled). She then began to explain to me that she had been cleaning up after Petey the entire time I had been gone. He had been sick multiple times around the house and she was understandably upset. So my first plan had failed she had not slept while I worked out. I believe that shortly after she awoke Petey reminded us he still had some food in him. So S cleaned that, I offered to help but she was livid (another word I like, Livid) and was not going to have it. I suggested that we keep Pete in his kennel whilst we were gone so as to stop the barrage of carpet cleaning. S looked at me like I said, “lets kill the dog” it was decided that was a stupid idea.

So I figure this day is only going to get better, so off we went to return shoes and get yummy Greek food. We had spent too much time cleaning up after Peter and were now hungry so we decided to do the shoe return after lunch. So off to downtown Saint Augustine we went. I, Just making small talk said, “You know everyone says Saint Augustine is a tourist trap.” We agreed it was not in fact a tourist trap and were excited that we were so smart. We arrived at the area where the Greek restaurant is located to find that Saint Augustine is in fact a tourist trap and it was a very effective tourist trap seeing as there was nowhere to park and the tourists were everywhere. So the Greek restaurant plan died. We quickly devised a plan to go to another restaurant based on one of S’s friend’s recommendations. When we arrived it was an “N” type of restaurant, I would like it but it was not a restaurant S would like. I saw it in her face and knew there was nothing she wanted in that hippie dive. Plan aborted again. At the end of the strip mall the hippie place was in there was a chicken wing place and I know that my S loves chicken wings. It was OK but the fact that we were both wearing white shirts and got buffalo sauce all over ourselves didn’t help at all. This plan succeeded and then quickly failed.
To recap we were 0 for 4 for the day.

With Buffalo sauce all over us the shoe return had been canceled. If your keeping score that’s another one down. It was at this point S and I were not sure why we were together and were considering separation. The rest of the day tanked. When we arrived home Petey had decorated many more spots on the carpet with what I can only call his artistic side. I dared not say a word about the kennel for fear of my life. S was super pissed I mean wanted to kill pissed. The rest of the day was a lost cause.

I decided to kennel Petey for the night and he did well with no issues. When I awoke and let him out he did his business and I decided to cordon him off in the kitchen where it is all tile. On recommendation from N, I made him some rice and he immediately returned it to the floor, thank goodness it was on the tile. After that I decided to take him to the Vet. The Vet decided that it is either gastroenteritis or there is an obstruction.

I have been cleaning up vomit throughout the day and am hoping that Pete gets to feeling better by tomorrow or he goes back to the Vet.

Damn you Bin Laaden DAMN YOU