Fuck that. I once thought one of my rats, Martini, got out of the house. I was wearing a wife beater and panties. I tore my house apart. Then I went into the garage looking for him – where the door locked behind me. I had to walk, almost naked, outside to my neighbors house to see if they could break into my house for me.
They did and Martini was standing on his hind legs at the sliding glass door wondering what all the fuss was about. Rats are Brats.
gemini – if your post is referring to me…the rat story is the tip of the iceberg for embarrassing shit I’ve done. Skirt caught in my panties at a new job, falling UP the stairs, my heel coming off my stiletto for no reason at all making me face plant in the middle of a bar while SOBER. Don’t get me started on the shit I did while I was on Ambien. The list goes on and on. LOL It takes a lot to make me turn red from true embarrassment or shame.
I have 3 dogs (2 chows and a german shepherd) and 3 cats, and I swear everyday is a freaking circus in my house. The cats are flying off of the furniture like parkour kids, the dogs are wrestling, and my husband and I can sit on the couch for hours, just laughing hysterically at all of their antics. Animals are the best thing in the world, you don’t know unconditional love until you have loved a pet, and you don’t know just how much emotion animals have until you have bonded with one. Yes, they can drive us crazy at times, but I just couldn’t imagine enjoying life without my furry babies!