Monday, January 31, 2011

Crappiest Saturday Ever (Literally)

Yesterday was . . . absolutely horrible.  Disgusting.  Awful.  Miserable.  Crappy.

For the past four days, Jasper has been sick.  He has the worst diarrhea he's ever experienced.  Oh, the stench!  After getting three sets of carpet stains, I had to lock him in my bathroom.  The result was a floor covered, from wall to wall, in doggie diarrhea.  I gagged every time I checked on Jasper.  I cleaned the floor and him once per day, but Saturday was by far the worst.  It took me over an hour and a half to bleach-clean and mop my floor, then another hour to bathe Jasper.  I had to cut out chunks of his hair that were too matted and poop-covered to come clean.  This by the way, was after I had done the same thing to him on Friday.  Sometimes, life just isn't fair.

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"