So, in case you haven’t heard, I got married! It was the best wedding ever!! I’m so happy with my husband, he is amazing and I couldn’t be more excited to spend the rest of my life with him. I guess I need to come up with a new nickname for him since FH stood for future husband and we are now official. I’ll have to think on that.
However, this post isn’t about the wedding or our marriage but rather our honeymoon. We decided to have a bit of a ‘stay-cation’ for a week to recharge after the wedding. I’m looking forward to being lazy with my husband. Since we decided to not go overseas for our mini honeymoon (currently we’re planning on a longer honeymoon in February somewhere tropical) we thought we should find a pet-friendly place to rent so that we could bring our puppy. Yup, we’re those people. He was a little confused about everything that was happening and he stayed with one of our neighbors for the wedding, so things were already out of his usual routine. Ranger is a good puppy, and we packed him up and all our stuff and headed off to Delaware.
It was a long drive, about 2 ½ hours. It’s not too bad and luckily we had the Preston & Steve podcast to listen to on our way. After driving through the middle of fucking nowhere, we finally made it to the rental office. It was closed, of course, but luckily they left the keys that we needed in a box for us and we were able to get them and get into our place. As per usual, when in a rental, FH and I wandered around and checked everything. Before we did this, I took Ranger on a walk around the area so he could do his thing. When I brought him back, we let him wander around. This turned out to be a mistake. Although he is well trained, when Ranger gets sick, he doesn’t always communicate well enough that he needs to go outside. So we didn’t realize that he needed to go out. He has had a few stressful days and also had some treats given to him that he wasn’t used to, so it wasn’t surprising that he wasn’t feeling well. What was a bit surprising was when I was walking between all the rooms upstairs and realized that there was shit on the floor…And I had stepped in it. And kept walking around. So, yeah. That’s kind of how our honeymoon started. Us on our hands and knees cleaning up dog shit from the floor and our shoes. Not the best way to start our vacation.
On the plus side, FH really stepped up to help with the mess. I feel like it is a good sign to marriage. Instead of blaming the pup, or refusing to help, he stepped right up, got down on his hands and knees and helped clean up the shit. He’s a good man, my husband. I am lucky to have found him. We fell in the mutual weirdness called love. And a little shit isn’t going to put a damper on our honeymoon.