What Hath Morgan Wrought?

I guess Morgan and I had our first (and hopefully only) big adventure of her visit. Curly and The Guy were just getting into their plans for finishing the stairs to the basement. Curly was covered in paint and The Guy was doing all the grunt work that Curly didn't want to do. When The Guy came up the stairs to get a putty knife, he looked out the door and ruined all of our fun.

Morgan and I found a toad. Well, I guess we actually had to go looking for it. It was sort-of buried in the flower bed. We couldn't play with it there so Morgan and I decided to move it (and a little of the flower bed, too) into the yard. I was just
tapping it with my nose and making it jump. No big deal. Morgan had to take things a little too far. I think she licked it. She didn't hurt it, she just licked it. But that made her foam at the mouth. Of course, The Guy panicked and Curly had to see what was going on. She did a quick search on this interweb-thing and found out that toad-licking can be serious. I think you would have to eat a two pound Bufo toad, but none the less, since she didn't know what kind of toad this was, Curly wasn't taking any chances.

I guess the toxin the toad exudes is very sticky and when you lick it, it gets stuck to your teeth, tongue, and gums. It's a neurotoxin, so from what I can gather, it's not good. The recommendation is to thoroughly rinse the mouth of the toad-licker. So that's what Curly and The Guy did. Morgan. Flipped. Out.

Curly tried her best to hold her, but Morgan is very bendy and wiggly and determined. Curly couldn't hold her so The Guy had to (and let me tell you, boy, was he a happy camper). He held her very tightly and Curly took the hose and rinsed her mouth out. Then she rubbed her gums and teeth and rinsed some more. I guess it was sort of like going to the dentist when they tell you to open your mouth and they squirt water in and tell you to swish. Except with alot more water pressure. And Curly's whole hand in your mouth. The Guy was soaked since Morgan is so bendy. He also was covered in had a little black dog fur on him.

So, long story short, Morgan is okay. She didn't show any of the scary poisoning symptoms. The toad was tiny and she didn't eat it. Curly's Twin should not freak out. Morgan is at Curly's where anything goes and everything's fine. Hey, I like that slogan!

Also, notice that when I caught Morgan eating my food, I didn't eat her.


When she saw me she was startled and denied the whole thing!


I've added an (out-of-focus) picture of The Infant for good measure...


...and a really focused picture of me!

Yes, I Do Still Blog

It's just that I am very tired lately. With Curly back at work, that means getting out of bed alot earlier than I'd prefer and with The Guy working until 7:00pm three days a week that doesn't leave me much time for this wonderful creative outlet. Heck, I haven't even had a bath since the move to this house. I did get some sort of cleansing in the back yard for all the world to see. Talk about humiliating. I'm a dog. I'm supposed to lick my own tail, er nubbin', clean and she stands me out in the yard and caresses me while using a pink bottle of Herbal Essence. I was already neutered once, what else can she do to me? Oh yeah, and there was that time that Curly had the worst idea she's ever had when she tried to give me a shower. We won't go into that since I'm still suffering the effects of PTSD. But no, really, I haven't even had time to bathe (appropriately) in the last 5 months (really - I don't stink. Really.).

As busy as I am and Curly still has time to come home and whine about giving up her prep period and teaching four blocks every day. She needs to just suck it up. It was her choice and from what I can tell, she has good classes, so what is there to complain about? So what if she's at school before 7:00am each morning and has kids there before school and during lunch getting help. And don't get me started about finishing up the basement. It's not like she had to put up drywall, paint, put up trim, replace stairs, and patch the walls. So what if she has to have all the details finished in the next week, including painting the (very high) stairwell, so that the carpet can be laid.

So what is Curly whining about? Look at what I do around here (especially this week - I have to be a good host for Morgan), and yet I still found time to write this blog post. As soon as my life gets a little more back to normal I'll be posting more. Now I'm off to edit more pictures of The Infant and figure out new ways to open the French doors.