Last night, after what was a very long, tiring day, we put the dogs out in the back yard for one last time before calling it a night. Little did I realize, Mandy was going to make a stop at the fragrances counter.
"Fragrances counter?" you may ask. No, not the one at Macy's. This one is right in our back yard.
You see, this yard has had a couple of feral cats living in it for years (although I suspect we may see less of them now that three dogs have moved into this house). Anyhow, cats will do what cats will do. So Mandy found herself at the doggie equivalent of the Macy's Fragrances Department, standing at the counter, reveling in the latest intoxicating fragrance.
"Excuse me, ma'am," said the sales clerk, "have you smelled our newest scent?" Catching a wiff, Mandy gasps, "oh my, is that the new CK Cat Poop?" "Yes, it is," coos the clerk, "and it's just the thing for you. You'll smell wonderful!"
"I'll take it!" exclaims Mandy.
At this counter, one doesn't check out. No, one looks at the pile of cat poop lying in the grass and rolls over in it, mashing it nicely into one's fur.
Mandy successfully accomplished this acquisition of a new fragrance, thinking "all the other dogs will be so jealous of me. This is the best stuff! I smell hot!!!"
Now, here's the really sad part. Mandy's daddies have no appreciation for the finer things in life. They took one look at the poop, turned up their noses and then Daddy Marc started yelling at her. He even gave her a whack on the behind before dragging her into the shower where he ruined the new scent with stinky shampoo and lots of water.
So that was how our evening ended. No relaxing in the soaking tub. No wild sex in the new bedroom. Nope, Mandy got a shower, I got to do more laundry while that was going on, and then we went to bed and fell asleep. Such an exciting life! ;)