Welcome to Wine & Cheese, my weekly, Wednesday whine session.
Every week on Wednesday I devote a blog to whining. Despite being a really happy, positive person, I do have things that annoy me at times.
I never let anything grate on my nerves for long but thought it would be fun to vent them periodically in my blogs.
I also feel that good things, the cheese in life, should be acknowledged as well.
I’m even going to throw in a bit of dessert, a piece of virtual chocolate, something that made me laugh or smile just a bit more than normal.
If you’d like to read the past editions of Wine & Cheese just click HERE for all of the past postings.
Sit back and join me now for the 73rd serving of some wine and cheese!
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WINE
😦 I want to whine about poop. Not my poo, I am just fine, all regular and fluffy floaty like. I want to complain about animal poop. Specifically MY animal’s poo.
I have this dog, a cute, floppy eared, FAT Yorkie, named Penny. She is 10 years old and about 4 pounds over weight. She was my daughter’s side kick for her entire existence until this past June when she took up residence with me in the Knight’s palace. I also have my cat, and one of my niece’s cats. And also, a rescue kitten. All the cats were rescues, and technically the pooch is too as she had to go live with someone other than my daughter. 4 critters = loads (as in many) of poo.
My cats. They share a litter box even though I’ve read and been told that they each should have their own. I’m unsure how you assign a cat to a particular box. The kitten came with her own and the big cats immediately took to using her kitty commode. I don’t buy into this each needs their own, I think it’s a scam to get cat owners to buy more crap catchers than they really need. The cats scatter litter out on the floor of the bathroom in the lowest corner of the house. Even the lidded boxes are no match for my little litter warriors. So I finally ditched the lid, and everyone is using the same box. Sort of. One of the 3 seems to prefer going on the top edge of the box as opposed to IN the box. One has taken to going on the floor about once a week. I’m not sure if that is because there was a line and wait at the potty and they couldn’t hold it or what.
My dog. I grab a bag and paper towels, being a responsible pet owner, and when we walk I pick up the little bombs she likes to drop. In. Every. Yard. We. Pass. REALLY? If I give her too much retractable leash that is exactly what she will attempt to do. And last night, while taking a quick walk (we had to shorten it due to rain), she who had eaten cat food a few too many times behind my back, decided when I wouldn’t allow her to go in every single yard, she’d cop a squat in the middle of the street and drop her little poopoo land mine right there. This would not be a major problem other than she looks dumb as a brick except that thanks to the cat food the dog has the trots. As in runny poo. SERIOUSLY DOG????? How the heck do you pick that up? I had to kinda wipe and fake it cause there was NO getting that mess up. Thankfully it was mostly dark already and not under a street light.
CHEESE
🙂 Mom had surgery for her cancer of the appendix (I know, we’d never heard of such a thing either but leave it to one of my family to get the quirkiest one we could find), and she is home already and doing great. 4th round with this so hopefully it takes a flipping hike because we’re all over this little issue, especially mom!
🙂 In cleaning out dad’s house for him to go into a nursing home I came across his old seminary stuff from high school, including letters he wrote home to his mom. I cannot wait to find time to sit down and go through it all!
🙂 It’s Wednesday, half way to Friday. THAT is something to be happy about.
🙂 My books are slowly yet steadily coming along. I love it!!!!
🙂 and now, for dessert…fluffy floaties explained, in this all about poop edition of wine and cheese.
Marti Gardner 
You DO know they make poo bags right? They even come in cute little holders that you can attach to the handle of your leash. The bags come in rolls and I just tear one off and tie it around the handle of the retractable. For 5 bucks at Big Lots…..you can get six rolls of them. That’s 60 bags. No need for the paper towels. You just open the bag (they are a little larger than a sandwich bag) come in colors and scents. I like the pink ones, they smell like grapefruit. Anyway, you open the bag, put your hand in it, then grab up the poo (the bag acts as a glove) and then turn the bag inside out and tie a knot in it. Easy peesy. I have to do that here in my park. We’d be over run or covered up with poop if it wasn’t mandatory. And some people STILL won’t do it. The jerks !
I will look at Dollar Tree see if they have them! Yes, here too, folks fail to use them and it ticks me off!
I will forever more wake up in the morning and wonder how my bum is doing. LOL
love the way she presented that — and I think you should make the dog watch. 🙂