Have you looked at maybe diapers? I didn’t know such a thing existed but I was buying some of those puppy housetraining pads to use in lieu of litter in a litterbox for travel and I saw the doggie diapers.
Oh, I guess the puppy pads might work, too, if she tends to go in the same place all the time?
Yes, indeed, I bought a whole pack of doggie diapers for my poor little girl. They function based on the idea that the dog has a tail to hold the damn diaper on. We’re talking about a Boston terrorist = no tail (just a little nub). No matter how tightly I put the diaper on her – uncomfortably tight – she’d take one step and the damn thing would slip right off her butt and trip her up. She’d look at me like, “Nice try, dumbass. You know I don’t have a tail! I didn’t wanna wear that thing anyway.” It was pretty much comedy gold.
I was eyeballing the puppy pads at the pet store the other day. Seems like just one more expense, but it might be a hell of a lot easier to drop a few down in her favorite spots. Might actually turn out to be a bigger pain the ass if she misses and gets half the pee on the pad and half on my hardwood floors. But I won’t know til I give that a shot.
She’s also on some pills that are supposed to help with the peeing. They don’t appear to work and I’m afraid to jack up the dose anymore because it might mess up her liver function.
Pee pads it is.
If anyone has a 15-20-ish pound dog and wants a mostly full pack of dog diapers, PM me. I’ll send 'em to ya free.
I really hate moving the damp laundry from the washer to the dryer. I don’t know why it’s just icky. Why can’t we have a machine that washes the laundry and then just dries it.
My cat hangs her butt over the edge and pees on the floor, too - I have also put down a couple of layers of newspaper because of her. Recently, I saw that she had managed to get her pee all around the hot water tank. Heavy, heavy sigh. I have three litter boxes for two cats, and she can’t keep her pee inside the boxes.
I was thinking about this thread the other day as I put on my shoes to go get groceries, and I came to the conclusion that there is no chore that I really loathe, but I’m getting sort of tired of the lot of them. Once or twice a week, go get groceries. Pay the bills. Do the gardening. Do the laundry. Fold and put away the laundry. Make supper. Make lunches. Sweep. Vacuum. Clean the kitchen. Wash the dishes. Clean the catboxes. Repeat every week for the rest of my life. This is what vacations are really about - not having to do this tedious shit for two whole weeks!
My husband finally gets this. I will say to him that I am bored while I am doing laundry or cleaning or going off to do groceries. Yeah, I have things to do (and am doing them) but they are boring. So sick of it all.
Ironing. I hate it because it is stupid. I can’t stop thinking about the fact that I am pulling electricity out of the wall to heat up this heavy piece of iron to rub on some clothes to take out some wrinkles that are going to get wrinkled again no matter what. And for what? This isn’t a hygiene issue. It isn’t a maintenance issue. It is for the sake of vanity. Pure and simple vanity. Vanity is a sin you know.
Laundry is number one, especially because I refer to the dryer as the “clothes ruiner” and so every undershirt, overshirt, and pair of pants has to be taken out of the drier after 15 minutes and hung to dry, which is maddeningly wet and crappy work, but I like it better than having to buy new t-shirts every month because white t-shirts will shrink into postage stamps after three or four dryings otherwise.
The other for me would be my sink. Toothpaste was invented by Satan himself and no matter how hard I try to get the little flecks of foam and bits of gel off of it every morning I’ll still be back in there over the weekend with a chisel trying to get it all off. Also I have a beard, which requires constant trimming and partial shaving and it leaves little millimeter long hairs everywhere that cannot be picked up easily with any cleaning products known to man. Every time it takes 5 or 6 go rounds before I mostly can’t see them anymore.
I don’t like vacuuming. It’s so loud, I just feel like rushing through it to turn the horrible monster off. I tried to make a deal with my boyfriend that I’d do his laundry if he vacuumed. When that didn’t work, I made a deal with my roommate that I’d do all the mopping if he did the vacuuming (because the kitchen is tile and the living room is carpet), and he agreed to it. Thank god.
And laundry, I hate laundry. The sorting! The annoying part where I have tons of dark and bright things to wash, but only a few light-coloured things, and I have to do a whole separate load so as not to ruin them! Our laundry room is in the basement of the apartment building. The machines take coins - $1.50 for the washer and $1 for the dryer. There are only three washers and three dryers, too, so sometimes you’ll get down there with your basket of clothes and they’ll all be in use. Then, once you finally do get your laundry clean, you still have the part where you have to put the clothes away! Hooray! Having machines in the building is much better than having to go to a laundromat elsewhere, at least, but it’s still really annoying.
Damp paper towels. Between me and my cats, my bathroom is always covered in hair - I gave up on mops and rags, and just use damp paper towels to pick up the hair now.
I agree with the shower technique, unless your using something like Lime-A-Way. Toxic fumes from the cleaner require you do not clean while in the shower. The prudish may wear a swim suit to scrub down the shower.
Cleaning never goes better than when you’re half a sheet to the wind either. Time flies when you’re intoxicated.
Wow, I’m with you – what is wrong with her? Does she only have 3 pairs of underwear or something? Two shirts and one pair of pants? If so…what is wrong with her?! Lord, woman. Ever since leaving home at 18, I’ve had at least 15 pairs of underwear just so that I can go awhile before having to do laundry. This is a basic bachelor/ette living skill to acquire.
That said, I loathe scrubbing the bathtub. I don’t think I’ve done it since January. :o
E: Oh, and dusting! I can’t remember the last time I dusted. Probably years. On the other hand, I dust my office at work every few days or so – this tiny space, I can handle.