Feb 22 2009

Anything for you

Filed under: Animuls, Love

[BGmusic: After Hours by We Are Scientists]

Quote for the day:

“I would do anything for love,
I’d run right into hell and back.”

- Meat Loaf, I’d Do Anything for Love (But I Won’t Do That)

I had an epiphany last night.

WARNING: THIS POST MAY BE A LITTLE GROSS FOR MANY READERS.

As the household’s official poop-scooper, I took my dog out for her to do her business like I do on most nights.

Because of her current situation, she’s been eating the worst smelling dog food on the face of the earth. Aaaand the change in her diet obviously had a direct effect on her excrement.

Before when she was on dry food, her crap came in cute little lumpy stumps [see Mr. Hankey]. But now with her PHP50/day magic in a can, they look like black moist Play-Doh snakes [I can't get hold of an image that could capture what they look like; let's just say that I've never seen sh*t like that in my entire life].

I’m not the kind of person who likes waiting around, but since she’s so cute that even when she’s doing her thing you can’t help but go “kyaaa” even a little, I didn’t mind so much. As I watched her answering nature’s call, and I noticed that she was taking longer than usual to get her business done. I guess the muscles down there aren’t as strong as they used to be.

But anyway, she finished, and after running back home, I went straight back to my laptop to continue “working”. I was typing to my heart’s delight when I smelled something strange. To confirm my suspicions, I sniffed around my dog’s rear.

There was something there all right.

Normally I would call my mom to handle situations like this, because I’m like, too delicate for things like that. But unfortunately for me, my mother wasn’t home.

So I got a wet wipe. I thought that I could wipe off the remaining traces of the moist goodness on her arse. And there was moist goodness all right. Lots and lots of it. [My dog's the long-haired kind so things like this get easily overlooked.]

Apparently her butt wasn’t able to… cut the snake loose.

I didn’t see how much of it was left.
I didn’t look.
But let me just tell you that I thought at first that it was only a little.

Armed with only a wet wipe separating my hand from the warm softness her butthole blessed me with, I excavated.

And I excavated some more.

My brother came to my aid with the box of wet wipes and cheered me on. My friends, who were sleeping over for the night, oohed and aahed and thanked their lucky stars that they weren’t me.

It seemed to last forever.

Because you know what?

She wasn’t done!

She was pushing! The bitch [and I mean that in the most polite way possible] was pushing!

So I took her to the bathroom and hosed her butt down with the bidet hose [whoever invented that thing was a genius]. I got in there with a paper towel every now and then. Now I pride myself on having a pretty strong stomach, but those long minutes with my dog’s ass soon took its toll on my digestive system. I started retching [none of my dinner came up don't worry], my eyes teared up, and all I could say was: “yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck.”

It was somewhere in those precious moments when it dawned upon me: LOVE.

Because why else would I be there cleaning out my sick dog’s ass? I am Donya Quixote dangit, and I do not clean out assholes!

You think so highly of your parades of heart-shaped balloons and bouquets of roses, when you having nothing on me! NOTHING! [Not bitter.]

You think that can match up to my bidet? I scornfully laugh at your pitiful displays of what you call love. *insert scornful laugh here* You have nothing on my bidet. NOTHING! [Not bitter.]

Love is powerful.

It moves mountains.
It dies in the place of others.

It hurts.
It wounds.
It mars.

It dares people to move.
To create.
To destroy.

And ultimately for me, to reach for that paper towel and hold my breath.

I know, what a touching story. Parang Marley and Me lang eh.

After the longest five [?] minutes in the world, Donya Quixote finished hosing down her dog’s rear.

They continue to share the same bed. The dog snores.

Matching outfits are now in the works.

6 Comments »
  1. I applaud you.

    Comment by Ade — February 23, 2009 @ 6:44 pm
  2. masaya panoorin ang asong jumejerbax. kaso..kaso….ayaw ko maglinis ng pinag-pupu-an nito. hahahahaha

    pero since labb na labb mo ang iyong bitch, hehe, mukhang ayos lang sayo na linisin ang kanyang pwet hehehe. pwet talaga eh nuh :D

    Comment by yeye — February 23, 2009 @ 7:18 pm
  3. OMG, can I just say naluha ako ng 3.5mg of tears dito? YEAH TO HELL WITH THOSE WHO THINK THEY HAVE LOVE, tae (literally) they should try hosing their lover’s asses down with your bidet! :P

    Comment by JM — February 23, 2009 @ 10:32 pm
  4. hurrah chev.

    I think there’s a vocation course calling you :P

    Comment by Pie — February 23, 2009 @ 10:37 pm
  5. Go seestar! You do the family proud! :p

    Comment by hyperory — February 25, 2009 @ 9:02 pm
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