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Death by baby Dutch oven part deux…

If you know me well, you know my sense of smell sucks. There are only certain notes of scents I can pick up. The rest is lost. Despite my olfactory failures, I frequently fall for the baby fart foolery. This is my short story about my death by dutch oven… part deux…

I purchased a baby tent for Peanut to play in. Perfectly playful princess place to play and ponder the day. Peanut loves her princess palace; she can see the television from the door opening, and can see outside through the side window. It’s perfectly placed for princess Peanut to enjoy all the things she loves to look at. The tent is pretty big, too. She can stand up in it, dance around in it (as she is doing at this very moment), and it even has plenty of room for me to sit in it and still have pillows and blankets and baby Peanut inside.

It was the weekend, which usually will include a wonderful day of wandering around the house in pjs; a lazy day of being homebodies. We were watching American Dad, and I decided I would be silly and sit in the tent since Peanut was sitting next to it. I wondered what she would do. Mistakes were made. Or as they say, curiosity killed the cat.

Upon realizing I was in her tent, Peanut entered, blocking the tiny tent door. There was no way out. I was trapped. Peanut wanted to play, and she started jumping on me – which caused little baby farts to fill the air in this enclosed tent like a gas chamber. As the smell started to hit me, the baby silent but deadly farts started to suffocate me. I slyly tried to make my way to the tiny tent exit but Peanut blocked me with the quickness. I made multiple attempts to exit which she found to be hilarious so she pushed back, trapping me in the now tiny tent of terror. After hours of torture (like 2 minutes, but it felt like hours), I was released from the tiny tomb of farts. I fear Peanut is out to get me… to be continued…


In other news, the boys and I have been taking our four mile walk every day on my lunch break and we are really enjoying it. It has been a great way to stretch our legs and get some fresh air. It often leaves me sore with mild allergy issues (even with allergy meds), but I have been feeling a lot better over all.

The biggest problem I have encountered is that Charles has a lot of work to do on learning how to behave himself around neighbor dogs. Walter, being the senior of the two, gives zero fucks about anyone or anything around him. He walks at his old man pace ignoring the rest of the world. But Charles… he’s a bit of a nightmare. He barks, he tugs, he goes after other dogs, he becomes extremely difficult to control. I’ve tried different leashes and tactics I have found online but not even the slightest progress. I really need to figure out how to correct this behavior, as I am afraid he will cause issues with neighbors, injure another dog, or get injured. It is bizarre because Charles is the calmer one of the two boys at home. He doesn’t mind visitors, he doesn’t run around the house, he lays like a lump on the couch. I’m not gonna lie, it is getting frustrating… this is also to be continued…

Side note: the walks wear the fuck out of my poor chonks tho…


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