Considerate bop

[mrissa]

My parents are in Albuquerque. (Long story.) My parents have a new living room rug. (Short but boring story.) Ista and I went down to make sure their house had not burned down and so on, and she was most upset to find that her grandmonkeys were not there. She ran around in some distress. She cried. Apparently her stomach churned.

But did she puke on the new rug? She did not. She waited until we were in the car and puked on me. Neatly missing the seat of the car, even.

Such a considerate pup.

I actually mean that somewhat seriously: it was much easier to just shuck my clothes and put on different clothes than it would have been to clean the rug or the upholstery. But still: sigh. The joys of dog ownership. At least two of you are prone to reminding me, "You're the one who wanted a dog," and indeed and in fact I am. But I'd worn those jeans for less than four hours, and now they're dirty. Ah well; we have the technology to fix this problem.

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[tanaise.livejournal.com]

So gross but *so* much easier to clean than carpets or upholstry. I personally would hope to train them towards a throwing-up-outside policy, but hey, it's better than plenty of places.

And, until I went to college, it never occured to me that one could wear clothing and have them still be clean enough to wear again before washing. This is largely due to the fact that in my family, with my two brothers, that wasn't actually the case. (I personally wasn't nearly that dirty (most of the time) but like I said, it never occured to me that the boys' clothes needed washing because they were actually *dirty*, vs because they'd been worn.)

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

She was not going to be put outside any time soon.

I had the same college jeans revelation. Jeans are the thing I re-wear, and before college I didn't, because it was awfully convenient to toss them in the laundry. Then lo and behold! it was kind of a pain. And lo and behold! they were not mostly dirty after one wearing, actually. Amazing.