Knee Deep

We're at the last leg of the race. We're supposed to close earlier than expected - tomorrow (keep your fingers crossed).

I. HAVE. HAD. IT.

We came home Saturday evening from a good day with friends in the mountains to find a mess. Actually, that doesn't begin to describe it. Disaster. Chaos. Stench. We were knee deep in shit.

Let me back up a little bit. Late last week, I got a really bad cold. I was miserable and wanted a hot bath (note: hot baths are not available at KOA). Scout left me a note before he left for work that said, "Pack your bags - we're going to a hotel." Our time was up at the KOA anyway, so we loaded up the Airstream and left. We parked the Airstream in the parking lot and decided to have a dog-free weekend, leaving them in the trailer. (We let them out three times a day. They have water, food, and treats. And they have new people to bark at.)

Well, Saturday. We approached the trailer after parking the truck and since I was congested, I couldn't smell anything. But Scout got a look on his face that I know very well - before we opened the door to the trailer. The look said, "Oh, no. It smells like shit."

There are no words to describe the mess. One dog shit all over the trailer (diarrhea style), and Kansas, who we have to keep in the kennel because of her chewing habit, shit all inside of her kennel. And then she rolled in it. And rubbed it all over her face.

By the end of the clean-up, my nose had completely drained and I could smell everything. My eyes were watering. I've experienced my fair share of dog messes, but his one was bad.

It's been an adventure to say the least. 

If for some reason you see a realtor held at gunpoint by some crazed lady on the evening news, it's because I've been told that something has postponed closing tomorrow. Let's hope it doesn't have to come to that.