Coming fresh off my latest hide tanning fail, Saturday morning I was trying to scrap my optimism about life back up and push forward (but feeling pretty bummed out and mopey).
My house was trashed due to my lack of attention for the last 2 days, so I got to work on that. Then I decided I’d better get out and clean the dogs.
The dogs have 3 kennel boxes inside our 12×12 shed barn, and each has a kennel yard with a door to the NEW fully-fenced doggy play yard. Since they like to fight, the males are kept strictly separated.
I had a plan. I needed to scoop out the old hay bedding from their boxes and add fresh hay. Boxes are roughly 3×5 feet. Gator, male, would be first. I let him into the play yard and got to work scooping poop and then old hay. I added new hay, then put Gator back in. The last two sets of dogs can all be out together. I let everyone out, then got to work on the next dog bedding area. I was nearly done scooping out the old hay, when our male Finley came running in!
**)*Y*(&%&^R$$^%$&^^*( ????? Not good. Loose dogs = dead cats, animals, neighbors’ property destructed, etc. How the heck did he get out?!
As I grabbed him running back outside, the two smaller girls, Vanta and Mia realized they could squeeze out between the door and the fence! Now I had two MORE dogs lose!
Trying to stay calm, I put Finley back into his kennel, then was wondering how I’d catch the other two, when they both ran into the kennel room! I quickly shut the door, then divided the dogs off to their individual kennel boxes.
I still have NO IDEA how Finley got out. He’s too big to squeeze out like the girls . . .
So my day of cleaning the dogs was a fail, and I had to add fresh hay on top of the dirty, old hay. I cannot clean while they are inside.
Feeling even more mopey and sad, I fed all the animals then went inside to make dinner. Erik had been hounding me to make him mac n cheese with crab. We’d had it at an italian restaurant and both loved it.
I’d bought the $10 can of crab meat at Meijer 2 weeks ago and it’d been sitting on the counter patiently waiting. I made the macaroni (Annie’s white cheddar with shells), then opened the crab. Ugh! It smell awful! But, not having had canned crab meat in 10 years, I figured it was just one of those things. So I dumped it in and stirred.
The smell seemed to get worse. SO bad, I wondered if Erik would even eat it! I decided to take a big bite just to make sure.
UGH! Not good! It didn’t taste rotten, just really, really off and bad! So I looked the can over to see if it was expired. Then I found it. In tiny print on the back.
“Perishable. Keep refrigerated.”
But it was in a can, like tuna! It never once occurred to me to keep it in the fridge! Heck, I don’t even remember if it was in the fridge at Meijer! Maybe it was, I got it at the seafood section!
So I dumped ALLL of dinner into the trash. I made Erik and the kids a new box with hotdogs.
I’m hoping this week will go better for me.