Mother effing animals, man. I don’t know what to do with them anymore.
Last night (Well, Sunday night. It’s after midnight, so I don’t know what to call it), I was laying in bed with the hubster. I was telling him how much I loved the fan blowing in my face. Except, right as I said the word ‘face,’ the cats knocked the box fan over, onto my face. It hurt pretty bad, but mostly it scared the crap out of me.
It’s funny. You can laugh.
Then, this morning, or Monday morning, depending on how you look at it, I let my dog outside. We have a fenced in yard, so he just runs around and does dog stuff. Daniel came home and found him under our truck, eating the hoses and belts.
His nickname is ‘goat dog’ for a reason. He eats anything. He chewed through our fence once, ate through a soup can, ate both of my windowsills in the kitchen. He’s just a goat in general. I can’t be mad at him too much, though, because he’s adorable. He also has severe doggy OCD, but that’s another story for another time.
So, now we can say he ate the truck.
BUT! Why? Well, we soon found out that there was a GROUNDHOG in the truck. He was just chillin on the engine block. He definitely ate through a few wires, but it’s hard to tell what damage he did and what the freaking goat dog did trying to get to him.
My friend suggested spraying him with a hose to get him out. Daniel thought he could just put on work gloves and grab him. That didn’t go so well.
In the end, we did end up spraying him. He ran out, then ran repeatedly into the fence. I turned my back for a second to open the gate, and he was gone. I’m not sure where he went… but I don’t think he’s in the truck anymore. Spikezilla didn’t try to eat his way into the engine again.
Needless to say, it’s been an interesting day.
Back in my PSU days, I had a friend that had baby bunnies living in her car. She had left it back home for the semester because paying to have a car on campus was expensive. She tried to start it… and nothing. Turns out they ate a bunch of wiring. I feel bad for laughing at her now.
I still have my sense of humor. As long as I can laugh at all these ridiculous situations, I’m going to be fine.
Hopefully you enjoyed a nice laugh at my expense.