Eblend.org: Shawn’s blog

I’ve become a huge fan of PostSecret. People send in postcards with their deep,dark secrets and then they get posted on the web. The postcards are pretty creative, but it is the idea behind the postcards that really intrigues me. It doesn’t really matter if all of the secrets are true

Since Kevin and Elyse are out of town this weekend, I am watching their two pugs (Brutus and Scoonie) along with Darwin. I volunteered to take Brutus and Scoonie to Petsmart to get groomed. Little did I know the adventure that was to be.

So, it is about 7:45am in the morning. I set the alarm to go off a few moments ago. Thinking that I could get another 30 minutes of sleep and still make it to Petsmart by 9am, I set the alarm to go off at 15 after instead of 45 after the hour. I go back to sleep and Darwin pounces on me trying to make sure that I know he has to go to the bathroom. I look at the clock and realize that it is now almost 8:25. Then I realize that I had set the alarm to go off at 7:15am instead of 8:15am. After letting the dogs out and taking a shower, I attempt to round up the troops and get them in the car. I assumed that this would be an easy job, but as my mother told me: “You know what assume means don’t you? You make an ass out of you and me.”. Well her wisdom sure was right. Normally Darwin is pretty good about sitting still while I put his training collar and leash on. But normally there aren’t to huge pugs dancing around begging to be put on a leash too. As soon as I get Brutus and Scoonie’s leash out of the closet they go berserk. Squeals and whines of joy can probably be heard throughout the neighborhood. You might assume that they would be happy about having their leashes and harnesses put on, but they run around and struggle like two 3 year old kids. Once I think that I have one trapped in the corner and ready to go he slips out of my hands or the other pug jumps in to make sure that he is the first one to get his harness on. After a few minutes of struggle, I have three dogs leashed up and ready to go out the door.

Once we are out of the front door and on the desk, Brutus and Scoonie make a mad dash for the stairs and attempt to pull me to the car. I steadfast NO! and a lock of the leash stop them in the middle of the stairs. They turn around and just stare at me wondering the the heck my problem is. By the time we get down the driveway and to the car, all of the dogs are stuck together and the leashes have become one large knot. At first I attempt to put one dog in the car at a time and then seat-belt them in, but I give up and just put Brutus and Scoonie in the back and Darwin in the front. Somehow Scoonie manages to fine a few stray french fries in my back seat and they go to town searching for more hidden snacks.

The car ride is uneventful and everyone piles out of the car without escaping.