Scent of a ‘hua

Once upon a time I blogged elsewhere
Original air date: March 2008

What is a hua you might ask?  That would be my nick name for Chihuahuas, or  my own little snit named Strider.   With that I give the dramatic interpretation of “scent of a hua”.
  Disclaimer: don’t judge me by how nasty my dog is, he didn’t learn it from me. 
Last Wednesday Tim left for practice, guitar in hand,  smile on his face and no indication what awaited his wife.  I (being his wife) was enjoying the quite house and decided I was going to pamper myself a little.    I turned on the shower to hot.  In addition, I  turned on a small space heater.   I closed the door and left long enough to put on my bathrobe and pour a glass of wine.  Ah anticipation…….I opened the bath room door and received a full frontal assault of hot muggy burnt pee.  Yes pee, in all its ammonia goodness. Earlier I had made the dogs go outside and use the potty while it was raining.   Disgruntled Strider decided to communicate.  He had left a little sprinkle of tinkle on the coils of the space heater.  “Oh the humanity”  I yelled as I spun around in time to see him do the fastest ever army man crawl to get under the bed !!  “you do that again and I am going to turn your doodle sack into a coin purse”  I swear I heard him laughing.

Insult to injury:   I called my husband explained what had happened.  He laughed and told everyone on his end of the phone, that my dog (not our dog) had peed on the space heater and I turned it on.  He thought it was hysterical.  Strider and I snuggled on the couch while Tim cleaned the space heater.  Seemed fair to me.

2 Replies to “Scent of a ‘hua”

  1. oh, the above comment must have been Cynthia Tucker…I recognize the glass blown bead.
    from me, Cynthia Stephens, I've enjoyed reading your blogs. The one about the speedos paints the perfect or should I say ucky picture.

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