Since we preferred not to deal with the mayhem that usually accompanies a Valentine's Day out on the town, we chose to honor Oregon's birthday a day early. Little did we know that Valentine's day cannot come and go without at least a littlemayhem.
After a lovely dinner out at a great seafood restaurant, we returned home with full bellies and visions of soft fluffy pillows dancing in our heads...but then I'm mixing my holidays.
As we walked through the door we were greeted with what can only be described as a horrific smell. Moose, nowhere to be seen, had left a calling card for us on the entryway tile. The poor little guy was suffering from the worst case of explosive intestinal distress that either one of us had ever seen. It was, thankfully for you, indescribable! Moose claims (after his $100 visit to the vet) that he was just trying to prepare us for the baby's diapers.
2 comments:
Great picture! Did Moose take it? :) Hope the puppy feels better soon... for his sake & yours!
Maija, you are getting HUGE, I love it, so beautiful. Glad to hear moose is better and that all is going well with Magnus, also glad any questioning neighbors will know your house remains loyal to the good old NW. Take care, Allie and Brian
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