My mom and stepfather are in
Hawaii right now.
I'm so jealous.
I get emails from my mom talking about all the whales they're seeing.
The only whale I've seen in real life was Shamu at Sea World.
My mom takes fabulous photos, so I can't wait to see her pictures.
I digress.
While my mom is in Hawaii, her 13-year-old black Labrador,
Seamus, is staying with us.
13 is really old for a Lab.
Seamus is an old man dog.
He has a gray muzzle, it's getting harder for him to see or smell, and he has trouble getting up and down.
And...wait for it...
he has trouble keeping poop in.
That's right, it just randomly pops out.
I warned the whole family to keep an eye out for poop.
And every day I've found some here or there.
Well, then we come to yesterday. I'm getting ready for work (at my new job!), and
my dad calls me to his part of the house. He says he needs my opinion.
huh. That's unusual.
Does he want advice on what to wear?
His vision is bad.
Well, turns out, he wasn't sure what the big mess was on the carpet outside his room.
The mess that was smushed and tracked everywhere.
I gave my opinion.
"That's not mud,
Dad."
I'm sure you've guessed by now, Seamus had struck again.
Texas Homeboy ended up on his hands and knees cleaning up miles of poop out of the carpet, while I finished getting ready for work.
Before I left, my dad said to me, "You know, there's a silver lining."
me: "Oh, really? What's that? (as the smell of poop permeated the entire household)"
Dad: "It could have been MY poop."
Oh. huh. He has a point.
And then, he took it too far...
Dad: "I bet my poop smells better."
Thanks, Dad.
That was the silver lining yesterday.
Do you look for silver linings in your bad situations?
Want to share one?
