Thursday, January 11, 2007

(gasp)...help!...I'm being...(gasp)...asphyxiated...


How can two very sweet, very cute, furry animals give off such noxious fumes? I'm telling you, this house should be decontaminated on a daily basis.

It is a gas factory in here.

I think New York's gas problem looming over the city is just a way to welcome The Sour-Swedes and make them feel at home.

The gaseous layer in the atmosphere is an everyday problem at the House of the Sour-Swedes. It should be known as the House of the Sour Stomachs.

I don't know what these two dogs have been eating (well, I think we know what Scout has been eating) but something is causing some serious gas. As I'm writing this, Scout once again, has something she shouldn't have. I went to retrieve the object and discovered she had gotten into the dirty laundry and was gnawing on a pair of The Swedes undershorts. Hmmm....

My sister baby sat for us last weekend and I was telling her how cuddly Scout is at night. She curls up on top of your lap and loves to be snuggled. It turns out that, although the boys were fine, it was Scout that got a bad report. She was un-cuddle-able due to her funky stench.

We have Oust® strategically placed throughout our home. Sister said the half a can she used still didn't help.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ahm mad...

The Big Finn said...

Sure...blame the dogs!

OhTheJoys said...

You're sure it's not TMS?

Michael Lehet said...

Great, I never even thought about the dog being gassy......

Anonymous said...

Where'da NYC photos?

The Sour Kraut said...

King,

Kindly give me a day or two. Some of us work, you know.