Quote Originally Posted by Rachel

how she felt the dogs must have not liked that she was gone that long.

They all went to bed with the dogs sleeping on the Big Bed with her as usual.

... there was poop somewhere ... dog had some caught within the tee shirt it wore.
That dog was whisked off for a bath and the dog sheet was changed.

the other dog gurked up a mass of foul stuff on Martha's side of the bed.
Now, the bed linen had to be removed and changed.
It's difficult for me to grasp the concept of Mis Martha actually BATHING a DAWG
at Oh:dark:thirty in the morning and then changing the Dawg Sheet ...
and later doing a bed linen change ...

A more likely scenario of Life with Martha >>>

I'd think it went more like:

* I smell Dawg Pooh!
* Hellow, Houskeeping??? Send someone right NOW - I smell Dawg Pooh in my BED!
* WELL! Get the darn Dawg cleaned up! CALL someone!
* Jeeves? This is Houskeeping ... the Old Hag wants a dog bathed - right NOW!
* Yess M'am ... I'll fix ya some hot chawklit while we wait for the doggie to come back.
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Later ...
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* <sigh> "Houskeeping here ... No M'ma ... we weren't back to sleep yet ..."
* There's Dawg *BARF* all over my sheets!
* Another hot chawklit while I re-make the bed, M'am?
* How about a Greenie to kill that barf-breath, lil Muttlie?
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