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		<title>This is one of those days</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 21:58:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Im sure there are days, probably the overwhelming majority of days in fact, that having kids is harder than having a pet. Kids are much harder to let’s say, keep alive, cost more money, will suddenly turn from Mommy&#8217;s little angel into a clown faced goth kid who hates their parents for the next 15 [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Im sure there are days, probably the overwhelming majority of days in fact, that having kids is harder than having a pet. Kids are much harder to let’s say, keep alive, cost more money, will suddenly turn from Mommy&#8217;s little angel into a clown faced goth kid who hates their parents for the next 15 years on the drop but the hat, but then there are those rare days. Days when sheer inexplicable animal behavior combined with the complete inability to communicate with your pet in any significant manner drive you to the limits of sanity. Ok Ok &#8230; I’m sure the pro kid people still aren’t sold yet, but in my absence of firsthand comparison, Im gonna run with my story anyways. (This is your first chance to avoid a pretty disgusting story).</p>
<p>So Ginsu has Sebaceous Adenitis, a genetic skin condition which in lieu of a fancy medical diagnosis I will simply refer to as dry skin. Today I had scheduled an appointment for her to get her annual checkup at the vet as well as inquire about getting her back on the one antibiotic which seemed to have any effect on her condition. It’s expensive and I have been putting it off since its no more than a nuisance to her and doesn’t cause her any pain, but I could resist no longer and got her the meds while I was there. I brought her home and around noon gave her first dose.</p>
<p>One side affect of her condition is that it makes her have a musty odor, which as of late had begun to intensify. It was about 4PM now and since I was off work, and it was raining outside I decided a long overdue trip to the pet store for a bath was in order. And boy was it ever. Pretty uneventful at first as she is pretty good in the bath. I hooked her up to the restraint and hosed her off, lathered her up with the Banana Nut shampoo for dogs with dry skin &#8230; two coats in fact. I also proceeded to brush away alot of extra fur and clean out some of the more scaly areas. Everything was going great, I was all done with her save for drying off and some leave in conditioner. A mother and daughter had entered with a handful of dogs taking up the stalls next to me, but they were all restrained so I walked out of the room to grab a few towels and come back and dry her off.</p>
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<p>When I talked back in the room, Ginsu was just about to climb all the way out of the stall and a pit bull with the mother daughter team was face to face with her. (This is your last chance to avoid a pretty disgusting story) That’s when I noticed the smell. Instead of fresh baked Banana Nut bread, it smelled like dog poop. I figured it must have been the other dogs since there were four of them in there; maybe they all got into something. That’s when I noticed the dog poop splattered over the wall, right behind Ginsu. All over the wall, all over her, all over the floor, all over the side of the stall. I had left her side for less than 30 seconds and you would have thought I uncorked a water cooler. I was speechless. I guess if I had to put together a list of top 10 places I would want this to happen, this would be #1 every time. Why here, why now?? I figured it had something to do with the other dog in her territory so I shooed him away and started hosing everything down. About this time I got to witness it. Those with kids Im sure are aware of the phrase explosive diarrhea &#8230;. yeaaaaahhhhhh. So you get the drift. I sat in there with her for maybe ten minutes as she battled this. At first I was shocked, then pissed, then eventually realized there was nothing she could do so I just patiently waited and kept hosing everything down.</p>
<p>After it seemed like it would have stopped I hosed everything down one last time, which was getting more and more difficult since the drain was backing up and there wanst much room for her to maneuver and not be standing in &#8230; well, so I dry her off and make a break for the front door. Good thing you pay for the dog wash on your way into the store because the second I get outside onto the sidewalk &#8230; she unloads again. All over the walkway right in front of the store. I nonchalantly keep walking her as fast as I can, get to my car, wipe her off with a towel, give her strict instructions to behave when in the back seat and race home. Somehow she was able to get it together for the short trip with some encouraging words.</p>
<p>Ive been told, after seeing a friend’s 4yr old throw up on himself, that Im not ready to have kids. Thats about the most accurate character assessment money can buy these days. I love em, I can’t wait until that magical day God willing it happens to me, but for right now, Derby Eve 2008 &#8230; I’ve got my hands full. Im pretty sure that I can narrow it down to the meds that I gave her, but this has never happened to her the previous times she was on the medication.</p>
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