I had to take our three dogs to the vet today.
First of all, do you know how hard it is to get three dogs into your car? Then to coral them into the vet office, where you have to wait 10 minutes? Now 10 minutes might not sound like a long time, but when you have three hysterical dogs wrapping their leashes around themselves (and around you), ten minutes is a loooonnnggg time.
Charlie had a problem with his eyes, so he needed drops and shots, but when they tried to take his blood, he pulled away and started bleeding everywhere — six pounds of fury. He ended-up having to wear a bandage around his leg for a few hours. Also, his paws have been itching quite a bit, so he needed to have some medicine squirted on them (something we need to continue doing daily).
Gracie has an ear infection, so they slathered her with some salve that smells suspiciously like Windex — and she now smells like a cross between Neosporin and window cleaner.
Lulu has been struggling with bad eye stains and has also been prone to urinary tract infections, so we suspected she needed a dose of antibiotics.
As a result, all three of them now have to take allergy pills daily, and then get groomed using more expensive shampoo than I get to use. Seriously? Did I mention we where there for 2 hours? Oh, but they did send us a Christmas card this year!
So $400 later, off I go with my huge bag of doggy drugs and my three fur babies that have been poked and prodded — all now pulling in three different directions trying to get away as quickly as possible.
Oh yes, I almost forgot, Gracie pooped in the car. Awesome. I had to drive home trying not to gag the whole way.
I didn’t get home until almost 7:00PM. I’ve got Charlie’s blood on me, my hair is a disaster from where Gracie tried to climb over me to get away from the vet, I’ve got 10 lbs of various animal hair on me from being there 2 hours, and I’m sure I have the faint odor of poop and Windex following me from the car.
As we all come flying in from the garage, Topher is sitting there on the couch checking email and looks up and asks “What’s for dinner?” Holy Cats I wanted to hurt him! I couldn’t even respond.
Then he looked around and saw Charlie limping, Gracie’s goop sticking out her ears, and LuLu hobbling from having her bladder poked and asked “What happened?”
You know sometimes I wish I worked outside the home and he had to do this stuff. Oh well, here is a project that he did help me on. Well, he helped carry it and take photos anyway.
I got this big dresser off of craigslist.
It was really ugly, had a terrible musty smell to it and it was realllly dirty. Nasty stuff stuck all over it.
After giving it a big dousing of Goo Gone and lots of scrubbing it was ready to paint (after Topher replaced some of the ripped-up veneer from the top and sides). I used an aqua chalkpaint — I had to use about 3 coats. I then distressed it and gave it a couple coats of clear wax.
To change things up a bit I painted the hardware a pewter color. I was really happy with the way it turned out. I think it would be great as a dresser, a TV console … or wouldn’t it be pretty in a nursery with the changing pad on top?