ElizabethB
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Anyone with pets has a funny story to tell - or several.
This dates back to the late 90's. I had a landscaping business. During my busy seasons - spring and fall, I ran myself ragged. I had 2 crew chiefs. They would meet me before day light to load my the trailer and their trucks with plants, tools and supplies. They proceeded to their respective job sites and I picked up day labor. I hired guys and gals from rehab halfway houses. 2 crews working installations and major clean ups and 2 people working maintenance. Ordering plants, frequently picking up plants, running between job and maintenance sites to make sure things were being done "my way", scheduling deliveries. In the evenings I invoiced clients, did drawings and prepared presentations for bid.
My personal time was Saturday evening. I would take a very long tub soak with Epsom salt and bubbles, my current read and an adult beverage (a bottle of wine in an ice bucket beside the tub).
One evening Callie, a beautiful, short haired calico, Jumped on the toilet seat. She circled and circled and circled then put all 4 paws on the front rim of the seat, squatted and peed in the toilet! I dropped my book in the tub and snorted bubbles. I called my Mother and told her what Callie had done. My "cool as a cucumber" Mother asked: "Well, did she flush?" More bubbles snorted.
I have more stories but now it is your turn.
This dates back to the late 90's. I had a landscaping business. During my busy seasons - spring and fall, I ran myself ragged. I had 2 crew chiefs. They would meet me before day light to load my the trailer and their trucks with plants, tools and supplies. They proceeded to their respective job sites and I picked up day labor. I hired guys and gals from rehab halfway houses. 2 crews working installations and major clean ups and 2 people working maintenance. Ordering plants, frequently picking up plants, running between job and maintenance sites to make sure things were being done "my way", scheduling deliveries. In the evenings I invoiced clients, did drawings and prepared presentations for bid.
My personal time was Saturday evening. I would take a very long tub soak with Epsom salt and bubbles, my current read and an adult beverage (a bottle of wine in an ice bucket beside the tub).
One evening Callie, a beautiful, short haired calico, Jumped on the toilet seat. She circled and circled and circled then put all 4 paws on the front rim of the seat, squatted and peed in the toilet! I dropped my book in the tub and snorted bubbles. I called my Mother and told her what Callie had done. My "cool as a cucumber" Mother asked: "Well, did she flush?" More bubbles snorted.
I have more stories but now it is your turn.
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