There is nothing like stepping in a heaping, pile of fresh poo while mowing the lawn, or accidentally handling some cat poo while weeding the flower gardens. Often these incidents are followed by colorful language and gagging, on my part.
And in my case, I have practically given birth to a puppy. We call him Conner (a.k.a. - Homeboy) Homeboy likes to pretend he is a puppy, lately. He picks his toys up with his teeth and will try to eat his meals, without the use of utensils or his hands. True to his "puppy self", Homeboy likes to get into things and makes messes.
Yesterday he smeared diaper rash medicine all over my tv and walls in my bedroom, then proceeded to squeeze the substance on my floor. Later he emptied a brand new bag of chocolate chips on the floor. I'm sure there were other messes, that he caused, but they have all become a blur.
(Behold! The diaper rash medicine mess. Again. And I'm sure, will not be the last time. Help me. Whimpering.)
(Homeboy displaying "guilt" after the above mess, mishap. The "guilt" only lasted two seconds.)
(Homeboy's big brother, Homey, is displaying the much 'disbelief' after little brother, Homeboy, sat on his IPod with his bare, nekkid, bum. I don't blame him.)
Everyday there are new messes to deal with and new challenges to be conquered with my "pack". But truth be told - I would have it no other way.