A little background first…a few years ago Chris’s grandmother passed away. Without getting into all of the details about the trauma that ensued afterwards, both emotionally and legally, I’ll move into a description of the least favorite thing that has been left behind for us. A fluffy ass pomeranian named Cuddles, was left in our care.

There is a lot of sentimental attachment from Chris because Cuddles belonged to her grandparents, but she’ll be the second to admit (me being the first) that he is spawned from hell. He has an incessant barking habit with absolutely no valid reasons for the barks when they come. He has a justifiable fear of me that causes him to take about 5 minutes to come in the door when I am the one encouraging him to do so. He humps other dogs even though he has been neutered. He whines to request release from the dungeon. Etc., etc….

So Chris is 30 weeks pregnant today. She decided to wash Cuddles since the weather had let up this afternoon. He had aggregated quite a bit of fecal matter in the long hairs around his ass. It was really to the point of nearing sickness any time he was walking away from you and you made the mistake of looking. So at 30 weeks pregnant she ties him up, straps on a dish-towel facemask, fastens her yardwork safety goggles, and pulls his tail towards her to attack with laundry detergent and a water hose. How is she deciding to do this and actually following through???

Chris and Cuddles