All I can say is: If the shit fits...
Okay, I should clarify. I don't mean my life is shit. Not at all. I love my life. I've got a great hubby...great boys...a great living space...great friends...we're all healthy, etc, etc.
No, my life is far from shit.
I'm saying that shit. IS. my. life.
There's a difference.
It all started 5-1/2 years ago when I had my first child -- Actually, NO! It was 14 years before that when I got my first kitten. Yes, that's when shit took a regular and very prominent role in my life.
So 14 years of cat shit...followed by 5-1/2 years of kid shit (including one shit withholder)...and now what just might be the shittiest shit of them all...
Bunny shit!
I've written before about Big T's Kindergarten class bunny, Milo, who we came to stay with us a couple of times. Well, as we were on the verge of getting a pet for the boys...and since Milo is so great - used to being handled, doesn't bite, litter-box trained, cute...I thought he would be a really good starter pet for the boys, meaning we aren't quite ready for a dog.
And did I mention he's LITTER-BOX TRAINED!!
So I put it out there that if Milo ever needed a new home we'd take him in a heartbeat.
Turns out he did need a new forever home as his owner is just graduating from university and will be moving away.
So Milo (aka, Mr. Poopy Pants) is with us full-time now.
Don't get me wrong, I love him. He really is so cute...a great pet.
But there's a lot of shit! He does mostly go in his litter box, but he also drops 'lil bombs practically everywhere he goes. I knew bunnies had frequent bowel movements (there, I didn't say shit that time), but this 'lil dude is a shitting machine! I've scooped his litter box 3 times already today and probably picked up 50 poops besides. It's like he doesn't even know it's happening! He certainly doesn't care.
I think I read that when bunnies are at a new place, they mark their territory by dropping bombs, and I hope this is the case. Because when we had him this past Christmas I remember marvelling about how great it was that I only had to pick up the odd pellet.
I've also read that when you acquire a pet for 'lil kids, make sure it's a pet that the parent wants because basically the parent (aka me) will be doing all of the work (aka picking up the shit). But despite it all, I'm happy he's here.
I do take full responsibility for this all though. Guess my boys being completely potty-trained, the withholding issue finally ending and not having anyone else's shit to deal with except my own, somehow on a subconscious level, life didn't feel right; I had to go and get a rabbit.
So there you have it...
Me 'n shit....together again.
Enjoy this short clip of my 'lil shit playing soccer:
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| Hubby made this wicked two-level condo out of an old dresser we weren't using. |
13 comments:
You didn't have enough potty training moments eh Darling? lol xoxo
I know...what is wrong with me? haha, don't answer that!
I was cracking KP when I got to the part about him not even knowing he is going all the time and definitely not caring about it! So funny and so true! Milo is a cutie though and at least his poop doesn't smell like a toddler's...that is some foul stuff right there! Also, you don't have to wipe his bum. That is a definite plus ;-)
Oh, I forgot...that rabbit Hutchison your husband made is AWESOME!! Milo looks all suave in his 2 level condo.
How weird is it that I was just talking with a friend about the frequency that rabbits shit! Seriously, I am not shitting you! ;)
You had a poop withholder as well? How did you get beyond that? Currently our life is revolving around a 2.5 year old who has decided that he just does NOT want to poop until he is forced to. Sigh.
My sister has a bunny and I am amazed at how much they poop. Like they eat nothing.
I need that kind of motility...not now...but sometimes I do
well, I say Merde de merde...as if you don't hav eenough work already!! What were you thinking? OH Yes, of course what we do for our kids....
Exaaaaactly! But as I pick up pellet after pellet, I do find myself asking that same question. You've got to come and meet him!
Yep...no shortage of poop 'round here!
Hey Jenn...It only took 3-1/2 years and a 'lil visit to a "talking doctor" and voila...the withholder held it no more. Kindergarten might have helped things along too. Good luck! I know what you're dealing with!
Visiting from over on Julia's blog, Elated Exhaustion, and your newest follower :)
So...are you ready for a dog???!!!
Hi Devon..Nice to meet you! Checked out your blog and love all your pics. It's funny, after having our bunny for about a day, the boys said they wanted to go to the pet store to get a pet! Go figure. :)
And that is why we will never have a rabbit. Or a hamster. Or any other small caged animal. I deal with enough poop between the dog, the kid (also a withholder), the husband that doesn't know how to plunge, and my digestive disease. At least the cat that didn't use the litter box is no longer in the mix...
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