Foxie Doxie barfed tonight. On the couch. And in between the couch cushions. And on the throw pillows. And a teensy bit on Guy With Two Dogs.
The boy? Doesn’t feel good.
There’s a reason I buy paper towels in bulk.
And there’s a reason I like Guy With Two Dogs. I wouldn’t let him help me clean, but instead forced him to entertain me while I cleaned. He obliged, asking about every two minutes how he could help.
The fumes from the Resolve? Pretty strong.
And I had to use a lot of it.
We started getting slap happy, and I started incorporating yoga poses into my cleaning efforts.
Obviously, this is the start of something big. It’s a cleaning bodily fluids / yoga revolution. We shall call it “fluga.” And I’ll make videos that teach parents and pet owners how to incorporate yoga into their ongoing cleaning efforts. And I’ll market my own brand of Foxie Doxie-approved super-absorbent paper towels. I will become a spokesmodel for Resolve.
I’m pretty pumped about it all. But Lil’ Frankfurter?
Well, he’s less than impressed.