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Thursday, May 8, 2008,8:25 PM

Cockroach Bombs

OMG. Something really, really disgusting happened this morning. Starting now, I will check the bathroom floor before I go inside. Well, I should tell you guys what happened, right? Not for people with weak stomaches, though.

When I stepped into my bathroom this morning, there was this loud pop! and something burst under my feet. Some liquid spurted on my right ankle. At first I thought it was a water balloon or something, so I wasn't too worried. Then I looked down (I wasn't wearing my glasses, so I couldn't see clearly) and saw this brown blur on the floor.

Then I realized exactly what I had stepped on and made explode.

A cockroach.

O M G. I was too scared to even scream, so I went, "Oh God, oh God, oh God," (Forgive me, Father, for I have broken the third commandment) and walked quickly over to the basin. I hoisted myself up and put my feet into the basin and let the water run over them. Then I started screaming, "DADDY! DAAAAADDYYYYYY!!!"

It sounds so weird, right, screaming for my Dad. But if you were as afraid of cockroaches as me, and had unintentionally made one explode - with your bare foot - like a bloody bomb, you'd do that too. Then my Dad came in and I asked him to clean the mess up. He was actually laughing when I told him what happened. So did my Mom. Well, I suppose it is pretty funny the way I was so freaked out and dramatic about it (my Mom said, "Aiyo. You crazy ah? Like that also scared. Sup sup sui.").

OMGOMGOMG. Scary, right??? Ugh.

UGH!! Serafin was shaved today at the grooming place because my Mom didn't want him to get a skin disease because she said that Cocker Spaniels got diseases very easily if they always played around in the dirt (like Serafin always does), so they just shaved all the hair off. Oh my gosh. He looks like an oversized Chihuahua or something. Ack! I must train him to live inside. Maybe then he can grow his hair back.

I must also train him to poop on newspaper... It's harder than it sounds. He likes to tear newspaper apart and he likes to rummage around in dustbins and steal socks. Omg. WHY??? I have dog TREATS for him and he goes to GARBAGE. A little batty, he is maybe. And why socks? He even took one of my maid's friend's boss' socks. Of course my maid gave it back to her when she realized.

If you guys know any good ways to train a dog to poop where you tell them, not rip newspaper, stay away from garbage, and not play in the dirt, tell me in my Cbox, on MSN, or real life! Pleeeease I beggeth thee.

Labels: cockroach bombs, dogs, training