I got back last night, tired and weird.
My bedroom smells like otter shit, because my dog rolled in some of that right before we left the cabin, and otter shit DON'T WASH OUT. It's like oil. Oil that smells like shit. I'd have taken Happy into a grooming place today but I had to go with my mum to a rescue farm in Mission.
My mum adopted Bonnie, a venerable corgi-dachshund that she fell in love with over petfinder. Bonnie's overweight, wary of Happy and utterly fascinated by Misty III, who's already tried to kill her twice. I'm sure she'll fit in just fine.
The farm that was fostering Bonnie was also home to rescued sheep, horses, dogs, cats, and a calf and a pig that just about killed me. They were so incredibly charming and pet-like. It was actually really disturbing, because these are the animals I eat? I like to... taste them? In meals?
Ugh. Omnivore guilt.
In other news, I need to put together a rough resume to see about film work this summer, and that horrifies me.
And I have a lot of photos to put on flickr.
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IN OTHER OTHER NEWS:
caramel. apple. iced. cream.
it was tres delicious, no?
Tres fo sho.
Omnivore guilt indeed... sigh.
I will be stalking your flickr for more pics of things that are, as the saying goes, "nernie." <3
Have you solved that whole otter shit dilemma yet??? At all? D:
I gave Happy a second bath tonight, and it was epic. I used two kinds of shampoo, and a ladle to pour water onto the side of her neck.
It helped a lot. You can't actually see the otter shit now. But you can still smell it if you get close enough.
She has an appointment with the grooming place next Tuesday. I might cancel it if the smell fades. We shall see.
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