BooMan the Human: He’s trying to get connected by Comcast. There’s an annoying problem with an old username he had from four years ago. (Boy, in my day when I worked for ISPs — and that was back in the prehistoric mid-nineties — I could have called the sysadmin and had that fixed in a heartbeat.) Anyway, it’s taking an army of techs, apparently, to fix a username problem. Poor Boo. Although him being Boo, he’s trying to be philosophical about it all. Last night, he went to Drinking Liberally and had a good time. And he’s been watching a lot of TV.
Comcast has sort of promised Boo that he’ll be back online by tonight. But he’s not holding his breath.
BooMan the Dog: Last night, when BooMan got home from Drinking Liberally down the street from his new home, he opened the door and there was no BooMan the Dog.
Now, BooMan the Dog is a huge Newf! It’s kind of hard to lose him inside a one-bedroom place! Finally, BooMan the Human found his dog who’d shut himself inside the bathroom. Then, in apparent frustration, BooMan the Dog pooped on the bathroom floor. To make matters worse, BooMan the Dog walked all over the bathroom floor, leaving poo pawprints everywhere. So, an irritated BooMan the Human had to clean up dog poo all over the floor and off BooMan the Dog’s paws. Aaaaaaaarrrrrggggggghhhhh.
Sounds alot like what’s going on here too! 🙂 Hopefully both the Boos will be back to their old selves before too long.
and BooMan the human make their adjustments to their new place soon.
Guess I had it easy since I’d never had Comcast before; I had my TV cable hooked up first, then went and got the self-install kit and was up in about a day (the toughest part was getting Comcast and OS X to like each other). Good luck to him and hope to see him soon… 🙂
I don’t think I should be laughing so hard at this ‘BOOBOOPOO’ situation but I can’t help it.
Speaking of boo-boo poo…when Cabin the Elder was little (hmmm, should I really tell this?), he got constipated once…we knew because he kept walking around saying “Boo-boo poop, Boo-boo poop”. Poor guy, we couldn’t help but giggle…
I laughed too as he was telling me this story on the phone … and said, “I’m sorry but this is too funny. Can I tell the group?” And he laughed, and said yes. 🙂
Pooprints?
<so sorry>
gaahh! <disgusted look on face at poo all over the place> Thanks for the update. I miss BooMan the Human and hope he is back online soonest.
the ‘ole lock-urself-in-a-bathroom trick. Funny how they learn that one all by themselves.
My brother has a dog who does that too…. and when they left my 90-year-old mom home alone, she’d have to get up with her cracked vertebrae and walk very carefully to let him out. Bad dog. He loved her so much, though… he always sat by her feet 🙂
I can confidently say that I did not accompany the Boo[hu]Man to the second bar after DL and did not cause him to be even later in getting home to see the pooprints in the new BooHome. He did that all by his-self.
Likely story!
Exact same thing happened to me but luckily my dog is only 19 lbs…smaller dog smaller poo. But I had left the bathroom door open a bit and she got inside and when she tried to get out she shut the door closed…and was stuck in there until I got home (3 hrs, poor thing). Since it was a smallish bathroom she was freaking out and upon doing her business continued freaking out in the small space, including some time in the tub and when I got home she was shut inside what had literally what became her own private shithouse. I considered renting a gasmask just to clean it up…the wall were covered along with her. It is something I will never forget. I learned the hard way to always close the bathroom doors when leaving…I now have 3 little furry friends and a doggie door. My Brussels Griffon brought in a dead blue jay yesterday…I am still worried it might have died of bird flu and she just carried it in to the house to show me her treasure. She was so proud..I was horrified.
I’m trying not to laugh too loudly here at work, but your story is priceless. And not laugh-worthy at all when I think about having to be the cleaner-upper … :o)
White vinegar.
Good for cleaning up, helps cut the smell. Also good to use on dogs who have been skunked. Cheap and non-toxic.
I’ve updated the Murtha press conference story below …
Crooks and Liars has the video + I found a copy of the transcript.
I called Murtha’s press office, but they were so swamped that I was on hold for like forever … so I went hunting while I was on hold and found the transcript at the WaPo.
It’s worth a careful read.
Geez… I was Crooks and Liars and thought you were going to tell me they had video of Boo’s bathroom!
is in the hospital. Shortness of breath. Developing……….(i have always wanted to write Developing….)
One advantage to being owned by a cat. A cat shut in the bathroom will use the bathtub as a litter box, carefully get out, curl up on the rug and sleep. No stomping in the poo for one of them {g}.. The only problem is when a long haired cat has a soft stool and it gets caught in the fur – have you ever tried bathing something with 5 (count them, FIVE!!) pointy ends??
This is Bear, who has a lot of fur … that has required, on occasion, … well …
There’s no hope of giving him a bath. Hell, the poor veterinarian had to anesthetize him just to get a blood sample.
Bear is a dead ringer for Mom’s Sadie who has on occasion been given a half bath by yours truly. Sadie is declawed in front (already done when someone dumped her out at the farm 7 years ago), so I only had to deal with three pointy ends, but it was an adventure.
Get a cat leash, or at least just the part that goes around the legs and head. Now hold the cat by this conviently located handle. Stretch your arm out so the cat dangles over the kitchen sink while you are as far away as possible.
Reach for the spray nozzle and give the cat a good swishing. Don’t worry about getting all the parts- your cat will wiggle enough that all parts will meet the spray. Keep holding by the back strap and you will be totally safe from all claws and teeth.
Then, while the cat is dripping, throw a towel over him and rub briskly. My cat isn’t smart enough to figure out who was on the other end of that arm holding him in the spray, so at this point he looks at me like I’m his savior.
Have fun!
Sit on sofa. Pick up cat and cradle it in the crook of your elbow as though you were going to give a bottle to a baby. Talk softly to it.
With right hand, position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat’s mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. (be patient) As cat opens mouth pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow. Drop pill into mouth. Let go of cat, noticing the direction it runs.
Pick the pill up off the floor and go get the cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process. Sit on floor in kitchen, wrap arm around cat as before, drop pill in mouth. Let go of cat, noticing the direction it runs.
Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away. Scoot across floor to pick up pill, and go find the cat. Bring it back into the kitchen. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten. Drop pill into mouth.
Pry claws from back legs out of your arm. Go get the cat, pick up half-dissolved pill from floor and drop it into garbage can.
Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of closet. Call spouse from backyard. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat’s throat vigorously.
Retrieve cat from curtain rod, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered Doulton figures from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.
Get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.
Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink glass of water to take taste away. Apply Band-Aid to spouse’s forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.
Retrieve cat from neighbor’s shed. Get another pill. Place cat in cupboard and close door onto neck to leave head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with rubber band.
Fetch screwdriver from garage and put door back on hinges. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Throw T-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.
Call fire department to retrieve cat from tree across the road. Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take another pill from foil wrap.
Tie cat’s front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining table, find heavy duty pruning gloves from shed, force cat’s mouth open with small spanner. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of fillet steak. Hold head vertically and pour one cup of water down throat to wash pill down.
Get spouse to drive you to the emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call at furniture shop on way home to order new table.
Get last pill from bottle. Go into bathroom and get a fluffy towel. Stay in the bathroom with the cat, and close the door.
Sit on bathroom floor, wrap towel around kitty, leaving only his head exposed. Cradle kitty in the crook of your arm, and pick up pill off of counter.
Retrieve cat from top of shower door (you didn’t know that cats can jump 5 feet straight up in the air, did you?), and wrap towel around it a little tighter, making sure its paws can’t come out this time. With fingers at either side of its jaw, pry it open and pop pill into mouth. Quickly close mouth (his, not yours).
Sit on floor with cat in your lap, stroking it under the chin and talking gently to it for at least a half hour, while the pill dissolves.
Unwrap towel, open bathroom door. Wash off scratches in warm soapy water, comb your hair, and go find something to occupy your time for 7-1/2 hours.
Arrange for SPCA to get cat and call local pet shop to see if they have any hamsters.
But, how do you give a hamster a pill?
To select the very area of a new apartment that is designated for excretory operations!
His pet human should be very proud of him.
ComCast sucks. I hope that both BooMen have access to the Beverly Hillbillies.
Sorry Boo.
Been there done that. It could be worse. You should hear our poopy horror stories about the kids.
Seems to me the title ought to be:
BooMan and BooMan and BooPoo and BooHooHoo!
(and if BooMan the Newfie is anything like my Sheba the Huskie/Shepard mix then that was one big pile of BooPoo)
Comcast is not my favorite provider. I had 3 techs come who said “that can’t be done – its too difficult”. Several calls by me later (and days as well), I finally got a manager who agreed with me that the hookup I wanted was simple (working for Nielsen TV I already knew that), and I had to wait 2 more days before I got a tech who did it right. Good Luck. This is one area I wish there was MORE competition so there would be less grief.
Been there, done that.
Dusty D. Dogg, who shares my various abodes, goes to doggy daycare daily because of the near destruction of a bathroom door–after he accidentally shut himself in.
It was a particularly bad experience for Dusty, whose only solace when left alone lies in destroying anything over any window–so that he can look out (I have no blinds left whole, and few curtains). The bathroom window was too high for him to get to.
But it was even worse for the door.
Ah, but I wouldn’t trade him for anything, no more than you would trade Boo.
I hate it when that happens. That’s why we never leave the dog alone. Never ever ever.
Good dog. Whose a good boy?
My Bergamasco sheepdog, Charlie, did something similar when we were away on Thanksgiving. My poor friend who was taking care of him had quite a project to clean it all up.
Being off the ‘net is a blessing, although I’m sure it doesn’t seem that way to BooMan the human. I await his triumphant return!
Poor BooMan and BooMan! But it’s more properly referred to as poopie. (As the father of a oung child I can say this with authority.)
That’s wrong, man. A newf in a one-bedroom is wrong, too.
Find a bar that Booman can attend. Some cities are cool, and can do it…
p.s. Comcast sucks.
Dogs (apparently even the real BooMan), have lots of trouble with change. Especially when the primary residence is changed. Sounds like real Boo tried as best he could to do the right thing. Using the bathroom is not a bad concept, compared to other possibilities…eh? So hopefully, BooMan two was understanding. Maybe real Boo will be invited to the next Drinking Liberally meeting??
Tell Boo he’s lucky it was just a bathroom. I had a cat and dog who managed to shut themselves into a bedroom that served as a storage closet and it looked like they’d been panicking in there for hours. I know it’s not funny, but it is survivable. Isn’t that why we live with dogs? For the genius and the laughs.
I could only wish that when my dogs decide to share their boo-poo that they would do it in the bathroom. Just imagine trying to clean all that up off of carpet!
Thanks for sharing the story Susan. Its good for a few laughs.