you see, marley (ferocious chihuahua) has a touch of bulimia - even though he is fed a super premium organic dog food that i am sure costs more than some human's food (it's made from human grade products, prepared according to human food standards, and says on the package that "it's good enough for you to eat") - leaving tiny fluorescent yellow bile puddles for us to stumble upon like a year round easter egg hunt.
lola (sweet but occasionally spacey boxer) picking up on some of the chihuahua dining rituals, occasionally binges to the point of purging, which means...more throw up - only bigger piles with actual food chunks in it. but all is forgiven after one look at her wrinkly, slightly monkey-ish face and her big brown eyes (which are probably exactly what whoever coined the phrase "puppy-dog eyes" was talking about).
the cat (his name is elton - as in john - but for some reason we always refer to him as simply "the cat") uses a litter box ever since we moved - he used to be a sleek outdoor kitty but i don't want him to get snatched up by one of the coyotes that supposedly lurks around our neighborhood, cruising over from the golf course across the street from our house. no longer cruising the neighborhood for tail, the cat has, since the move, just about doubled in weight. so maybe he's not the sleekest anymore, but he sure is the sweetest. anyways, his cat box needs to be cleaned a few times a week too.
so besides the fact that the boyfriend is beyond brilliant, witty, clever, challenging, handsome and funny, he is tremendously patient, has a much higher tolerance than i for the down and dirty work sometimes necessary in daily life and puts up with my OCD tendencies and the animal's occasional disgustingness.
god bless him.
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