I moved about a third of our crap to the new place today. I've never experienced this before, but, of all the places I could get sore, I'm aching in my butt and my big toes.
I took the dog with me on the first trip, and when I let her into the back yard, she leapt out into the grass like a deer, and then immediately dropped onto her back and began squirming around in the grass. Naive as I am, I thought, "Oh look! She likes the new place!" Nope. When I let her back in, she had these strange yellow tiger stripes all over her, and I detected a faint whiff of overwhelming cat poop stank. It nearly knocked me over. The dog couldn't have been happier, though, so bully for her.
When we got back to the old place, Tula got the hose, which she hates with a passion. This hose-related hatred resulted in my dog tranforming into a Chilean sea bass: fighting, flipping, wriggling, and squirming her way out of my grasp. Little did she know that I, having been personally trained by Andre the Giant and Hulk Hogan years ago via 80s TV, am well-versed in an assortment of grapples, pins, and throws that really work when applied to a creature much smaller than me. She never stood a chance, though there were some spectacular moments where she had me against the ropes. Thus, Tula was bathed...and I, sopping wet and furious, stood victorious.
Then I showered. Then I loaded up the van again and took another load to the new house, which, incidentally, completely negated the shower. Oh well.
Now I am home, and my butt and toes hurt.
This is one of those times where I recall the various Calvin and Hobbes comics where Calvin's dad always talks about "building character". Yeah, I did some of that today, I think.
Besides, how could you not love a dog that looks at you like this?
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