For the full posts on what started Self- Shaming, visit my original post here and then for the first of the other self-shamers, who coincidentally all happen to be blogger friends of mine, visit this post here. And to just skip right to the shame, check out my dog who started it, and my attempt at keeping it fair.
After already getting a bath that morning, sneaking under a baby gate for the first time, and then chewing and rolling on a “washable” ink pad my son left out on his floor (cause that’s where it belongs), Baxter the pup looked murderous. After another bath, he still remained pink for nearly a week. I wish I could say that my paw print stained bathtub and carpet came clean after a week, but they serve as reminders to never assume the dog is too small to fit under gates and should still not be left unsupervised for more than 30 seconds at a time. This picture did make it to dog-shaming.com!
After submitting Baxter’s photo to the humorous folks at Dog-Shaming.com, I immediately hung my shame out to dry….but don’t expect that I folded it an put it away after.
Apparently I’ve been living under a rock becaue I just found your blog. I’ve been laughing so hard I was crying. And I did this while I should have been folding laundry. Thank you for making me feel normal. ?
Glad you’re enjoying the blog so far & happy you found me…and if it makes you feel better, the laundry, no matter what, will always be there. It’s a fact ?