The Gruesome Twosome Strike Again

Adam insists on sticking pieces of tissue up his nose when he's sick.  This way, he doesn't have to make his nose raw by constant wiping and blowing.

Powers looking all oppressed and victimized after the incident.  Note the Arm & Hammer on the rug.  Wonder who caused that, Powers?

The Gruesome Twosome...

Today started out like any other Sunday.  Adam has a test tomorrow so he was prepared to study all day.  We went to church last night so there wasn't much on the itinerary for today besides grocery store & a small group lunch picnic.  Well, Adam woke up and he didn't feel well.  His throat hurt and he felt like he was getting sick.  Bummer. 

So, after making sure that my sweet husband was okay and all propped up on the green couch with his box of kleenex and cardiovascular notes, I left for the grocery store.  I should've known that things would go awry when, upon leaving the grocery store, my carton of eggs jumped out of the buggy and landed upside down on the ground with a horrible crunching sound.  

I returned home and Adam & Powers came outside to help me unload.  At that point, I noticed a strange smell but I didn't think too much of it.  Could be some weird plant, could be rainy trash smell, who knows.  Well, we walk inside, Powers ahead of us, and it's worse.  Our house smells funky.  

"What's that smell?"   I ask. 

" I'm not sure.  Smells like dead animal, sort of.  Or a skunk."  Adam replied.

"Dear Lord, did Powers get sprayed?"  I ponder.

"I think I'm going to throw up."  Adam replied, sprinting upstairs. 

 

A few minutes and several hurls later, Adam reemerges.  He feels a little better now.  Apparently, he'd had a sore throat cocktail of green tea mixed with possibly expired lemon juice, cough drops, chloraseptic relief strips, and an airborne.  Mix all that with drainage and the horrifying smell of Powers all skunked out and you get Sickytime!

Adam eating cereal post sore-throat-cocktail-evacuation.  

So, Adam is out of the game and the weather is pretty cool today- around 59 degrees right now so I didn't want to give Powers a bath outside.  Let's face it, when you give a dog a bath, you're also giving yourself a bath.  And I don't like cold water hose baths outside when the temp is in the 50's.  So, for the first time ever, I call Powers upstairs and force him into the lukewarm shower.  

Something I don't understand about dogs.  They'll jump into frigid lake Erie without a care;  they'll chase a ball into a sewage creek and not have a worry in the world.  But try to bathe them- whether inside or outside, and it's like chinese water torture for some reason.  

Anywhoos, after soaking every surface of my bathroom, Powers finally gets his bath and smells much better.  We walk downstairs to realize, hey.   It still smells horrible down here.  Like...maybe Powers rubbed against every surface in our downstairs and the skunk stink molecules are spreading like wildfire. 

So here I sit.  In our stinky downstairs with Arm & Hammer pet smell vaccuum stuff on most surfaces.  We're fine.  Life is funny and sometimes you just need to take some pictures of your surroundings and blog about what just happened so you don't forget.  I just needed to share our funny morning with you.  Hope you have a nice Sunday!