The Dog, Housework, Real Life (pt 3)
Posted on | May 1, 2010 | Comments Off
She realized that despite the fact there was a telepathic dog now living in her home, she had housework to do. If she was going to have to cook for Doone, she was going to have to clean the kitchen. An abundance of dirty dishes had accumulated in the sink, the dishwasher was full of clean dishes and the cabinet that once was home to “the mouse” (see upper right corner of screen) had most of its contents still piled on the counters waiting for a scouring and restocking. It was time. It was way past time. She wished the damn dog could help. Instead, Doone just sat there with that Cheshire grin that made her quite nervous.
She placed some dog food in his bowl and his grin turned to a dog-like frown. Sorry, she thought, but I have work to do. She began with the dishwasher and got all the dishes put away. Then she loaded it back up again. She then scrubbed all the pots and pans and scoured the cabinet soaking herself in the process. While the pans were drying, and she was drying, she cleaned the stove top. Boy she was on a roll, and the sweat was now beginning to roll down her. It was getting hot. Wasn’t it spring? It’s May. Too hot for May. Doone begrudgingly ate his dog food and sent a mental message that it served her right that it was hot since she didn’t cook him a decent breakfast, he was, however, impressed with the view of her bent over cleaning the cabinet.
Next was the vaccum. Now this was going to be interesting because she hadn’t met a dog yet who liked her Dyson. Doone didn’t flinch. She was almost maddened by this. He also didn’t get out of the way with any hurry. She vaccumed the whole downstairs; livingroom, dining room, breakfast nook…the works. Even went up the stairs with it and onto the landing. She was hot, sweaty and exhausted. Doone was almost smirking, if that was possible for a rottweiler, and she really was miffed he couldn’t help out. Instead he lay down on the cool tile floor in the foyer, with his head between his paws to keep cool, not letting the vacuum bother him one bit.
“Nice” Doone messaged as she struggled with the vaccum coming back down the stairs.
“Thank you, you lump of laziness.”
“I have other talents” Doone said as he let out an odor that was ghastly.
“I really need to get you something else to eat, don’t I?”
“Yes, you really do” he smiled.
And so she went on with her day of straightening the house and doing laundry and tripping over a lazy rottweiler who could talk to her, but wasn’t really saying much. He did, however, continue to emit a foul odor and she realized she needed to get to the grocery store…and soon. . .
Comments
Hello out there
Welcome to Company Needs Misery. If you like the site, please bookmark it and come back often. You never know what crazy ramblings you will find when you return. Feel free to use the contact form to introduce yourself or give any input if you aren't into commenting on the entries themselves. Any and all feedback is welcome. Spam is not. Spam of the cyber nature is mean and Spam of the food nature is gross. Thank you for taking the time to look the place over. And please remember, this website in no way replaces therapy from a professional so please consult a physician if you are in crisis. Thanks. ~C
P.S. In order to enjoy the full progression of the writing, you may wish to start at the beginning of my ramblings.