Yesterday morning the kids and I were on our way out to meet some friends for a playdate. Before we left the boys let the dogs out to go potty. Jupiter decided to roll in a mud puddle. Ugh. I wanted to just leave them in the backyard but they had been JUMPING the fence the entire day before. I knew my sister would never forgive me if I lost her dog. So we dragged her giant crate outside to lock her up....I was dressed and didn't want to get dirty. This way I could deal with the muddy dog later. I thought my idea was brilliant.
I had to carry a giant wet hot pink boxer puppy to the bath and scrub her down. Let me tell you, it was a sight to see. I'm sure my boys learned a few choice words I spewed off during the ordeal.
I will never be asked to dog sit again.