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Welcome to Jurassic Park.

February 5, 2012 By Talya Tate Boerner 12 Comments

This morning I found a tampon on the stairs. UNUSED, thank God! But still, a tampon on the stairs! It was open and lying midway up like a dead albino mouse, with the ‘tail’ dangling off the step. I have lost all control. The schnauzers are running the zoo.  

Thirteen weeks and six days ago, I had a cleaning lady. I was gainfully employed at the bank dressed everyday in my favorite peep toe heels, pencil skirt and non-sports-team-related blouses. This allowed me a part-time house elf. Her name was Debbie. During these peep toe years, Debbie came twice a month and cleaned the house from top to bottom, whether needed or not.

It was needed.

She cleaned toilets and made the house sparkle. Debbie Day made the entire work day better. No matter how many irate customers I encountered or how much second hand smoke I inhaled during the day, being greeted by fabulous CLEAN in the evening made everything worthwhile. Clean, buffed floors and lemony furniture. A fresh, peaceful house that smelled of comet mixed with bleach. Never mind that it was an environmental chemical site. Even our old stained sink looked brand spanking new after Debbie Day.

Now I am trying to perform these household duties with two schnauzers under my laceless worn-out converse sneakers. And evidently not very well.

Annabelle. The Schnauzers are running the zoo…
I never much liked this plant
anyway.

Annabelle is still a puppy with recessive billy goat genes. Last Christmas (her first), she destroyed two vintage Shiny Brite ornaments while I frosted cupcakes. The ornaments, displayed in a bowl on the coffee table to keep them safe, were oh too shiny and sparkly with flecks of silver glitter. Near Annabelle’s eye level—they were a schnauzer siren song.  She left behind tiny shards of glass scattered in front of the fireplace, along with the little rusty metal cap and hook that, up until that point, had survived sixty-plus years…. Annabelle does her best work in front of that warm fireplace. 

A few weeks later, as I stored away my Christmas decorations, I noticed there was not a single trace of the decorative moss that had lain all around my manger scene, cradling baby Jesus. Did the camels and donkeys eat it? Or, the Christmas Schnauzer? My nativity was displayed on the small chest beside the loveseat, waaaaay on the far side of the room next to the window. A few days later, I discovered one of the wisemen under the buffet. (By process of elimination, I decided he was the myrrh-carrying wiseman.) 
So now with the tampon incident, Annabelle can open cabinets?

She has further evolved from goat to velociraptor?

Does she have a sickle-shaped claw hidden somewhere in that curly matted coat, allowing her to open the bathroom cabinet and snag a Tampax?

Of course with no squeaker inside, she tired of it quickly, and abandoned it on the stairs. It was too plain for her…  It laid there, beneath my wall of tastefully displayed black and white family photographs. Right below Nana’s portrait. WhatWouldNanaDo?

Nana would laugh, but in that moment I was horrified. A new high low. Was there nothing sacred? 

Annabelle
Yes? You called for me?
In addition to munching family heirlooms, someone occasionally has accidents in the guest bedroom at the top of the stairs. I never catch anyone in the act, but when I discover the puddle, grumble and grab the cleaning supplies, both dogs stare at John like he is responsible. They look completely shocked. They are conniving. I drag out my new best friend – the self wringing twisty mop – to disinfect and eliminate the awful pee smell.  Because our house is ancient and the floors are unlevel, the pee flows freely from one end of the room to the other, pooling underneath the bed, completely out of reach. This is not your regular, standing on your feet, normal-people mopping. This is on-your-knees, stuck-under-the-bed, pulling-a-hamstring, crazy-people mopping. With Annabelle licking my face. 
If I’m not mistaken, by now shouldn’t we be living high above the city in a uber-cool sky pad apartment with push-button, space age conveniences? Hanna-Barbera promised as much on Saturday mornings forty years ago. My housekeeping should be seen to by Rosey. And, I’m pretty sure Astro never ate a tampon. Where is my futuristic utopia? The closest thing I have to a robot maid is Siri who lives in my smartphone and sometimes randomly speaks to me from deep inside my purse at the grocery store.

Siri is no Rosey.

While John is in Atlanta this week creating sprockets, I have four whole days to get this house in shape. But, I don’t want to start too soon as it will be a completely wasted effort and back to zoo-like conditions by Wednesday. Of course I could summon Siri to dial up Debbie. Maybe she could secretively squeeze us in. I’m sure she misses us. How could she not?
talya

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Musical Pairing:

Baha Men, Who Let The Dogs Out?




Musical Pairings:
Katy Perry, “I Kissed a Girl”
Baha Men, “Who Let the Dogs Out”

Filed Under: Pets Tagged With: humor, Nana, Schnauzer, Tampons, The Jetsons

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Comments

  1. Becky Smith says

    February 5, 2012 at 8:46 am

    Love It! Glad I got to read this before heading out the door on my lovely trip to Nashville….Ar that is, not Tn…so, I’m sure there’s no chance of a KU sighting!
    I love your stories and can’t wait to meet Annabelle!

    Reply
    • grace grits and gardening says

      February 5, 2012 at 8:49 am

      Wow you are finally using your real name. I must not be embarrassing you too badly:)

      Reply
  2. Talya's Mom says

    February 5, 2012 at 10:04 am

    Loved this one, and I love that Annabelle.

    Reply
  3. Anonymous says

    February 5, 2012 at 10:34 am

    You crack me up!

    Reply
  4. Anonymous says

    February 5, 2012 at 11:07 am

    Loved it…as usual. We have two dogs as well, Pearl the Pest and Sadie the Sweetheart. Sadie is a rescue dog and looks along the lines of a German Shepard. Our big girl never causes us any grief. She is scared of storms….bless her heart. Pearl, on the other hand, is a full blooded alpha female rat terrier and she has chewed up: my 1200 count bed sheets, my beautiful red quilt, the couch I love, my 8 x 11 wool foyer rug, bathroom and kitchen rugs, my nice chair & matching ottoman, numerous items of clothing and the front and back seats of my husbands new truck….bless my heart. Thanks again for the laugh, Gracie’s Mazie

    Reply
  5. Jan says

    February 5, 2012 at 11:12 am

    Love it…and can sooo relate to the findings our Madison & Gauge have brought out as well.
    Keep em’ coming!!

    Reply
  6. Colene says

    February 5, 2012 at 11:37 am

    My lucky day! Two blogs in one day! P’s mamma

    Reply
  7. Anonymous says

    February 5, 2012 at 11:53 am

    Hilarious!! As always.. Loved the part about the dogs looking up at your husband like he did it.. To funny…

    Reply
  8. Tim says

    February 5, 2012 at 2:53 pm

    Hilariously funny!!! And I don’t know, this may give some people ‘paws,’ but has anyone invented ‘doggie diapers, yet?’ If not, then this could be a billion dollar idea, who knows?=)

    Reply
  9. Bryanski says

    February 5, 2012 at 3:12 pm

    You are too funny girl!

    Reply
  10. Timmie Lynn says

    February 7, 2012 at 9:58 pm

    Your music pairing is killing me….hahaha! Dear friend you should have been writing this blog a long long time ago! Love it!!!

    Reply
  11. Anonymous says

    February 14, 2012 at 5:55 pm

    I think you have found your calling……

    Reply

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