SparklingWaves
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My friend decided to finally invite me over to her house. Apparently, she doesn't clean up after her cats well. I was at her house for dinner and all the litter boxes hadn't been cleaned for weeks! She admitted that she hates to clean house, but she is clean. (That's her words).
So, while I am eating my dinner, her huge hairy dog is muching on all the cat's poopscicles that are all over the carpet. Then, he wants to lick on my face. She thinks it's cute. I excuse myself to the bathroom. I recover.
While we are in a deep conversation in her living room, one of her cats decides to poop right behind her head on the couch.
What does she do? She did nothing. I point at it, because I just can't talk to someone with poop behind their head. She said, "Yeah, I know he does that sometimes." She just moved to the end of the couch and picked up where she left off in the conversation. I am feeling sick at this point from the aroma and the sight of the poop right in my view. I am totally blown away. How can anyone leave poop on the couch? I mean really? (This was my cue it was time to go).
I have a house full of pets and I don't allow them to use the house as a toilet at anytime or especially by MY HEAD!
Then, as I go to leave, I ask her to find my sweater. It wasn't where I left it. Her huge dog has it. He is chewing on it. He doesn't want to let go of it. She wrestles him to the floor for it and he tears the wrist part almost off of the right sleeve.
As I was trying to leave, her dog knocks me to the floor from behind. I can't make out what he is doing. I hear her say he really loves me. I am under all his weight trying to breathe. Finally, she gets this huge dog a bone to get off me.
When I got in my car, I noticed that my purse actually smelled like urine. I couldn't believe it.
~I am worn out. I don't even know if this makes sense.~
She called me this a.m. and told me that she had a blast. I told her how I felt about all this. As I stated, I have a house full of animals. I wouldn't allow anyone to deal with all of that. That was totally unreal.
Can anyone relate to people letting their pets go wild?
So, while I am eating my dinner, her huge hairy dog is muching on all the cat's poopscicles that are all over the carpet. Then, he wants to lick on my face. She thinks it's cute. I excuse myself to the bathroom. I recover.
While we are in a deep conversation in her living room, one of her cats decides to poop right behind her head on the couch.
I have a house full of pets and I don't allow them to use the house as a toilet at anytime or especially by MY HEAD!
Then, as I go to leave, I ask her to find my sweater. It wasn't where I left it. Her huge dog has it. He is chewing on it. He doesn't want to let go of it. She wrestles him to the floor for it and he tears the wrist part almost off of the right sleeve.
As I was trying to leave, her dog knocks me to the floor from behind. I can't make out what he is doing. I hear her say he really loves me. I am under all his weight trying to breathe. Finally, she gets this huge dog a bone to get off me.
When I got in my car, I noticed that my purse actually smelled like urine. I couldn't believe it.
~I am worn out. I don't even know if this makes sense.~
She called me this a.m. and told me that she had a blast. I told her how I felt about all this. As I stated, I have a house full of animals. I wouldn't allow anyone to deal with all of that. That was totally unreal.
Can anyone relate to people letting their pets go wild?