Company

People really should put some thought into it when deciding to visit the Price House. Heck, maybe they do. Maybe they wring their hands, fret, and pace back and forth weighing it out.

I would.

For starters, there are animals. Lots of them. And yes, they sniff your crotch, hump your leg, and drink out of the toilet. After drinking out of the toilet, they will instantly drink out of your very own cup of water. Or milk. Or pop.

From these animals, we have large amounts of hair. So much hair, in fact, that we were forced to remove all carpeting from the first floor. Now, the hair moves around the room in huge piles, catching on the wind and flying into unsuspecting guest's mouths. I sweep at least once a day, but still, there is hair.

It may even end up in your food. I used to be terribly embarrassed by the occasional hair in a guest's food. I can't say that I enjoy it, but rather I am used to it. It's part of our life, part of our home. I'm sorry if it is offensive, and if you wish to come and clean, you may.

I had a friend over the other night. I figured I was pretty safe because she is such an intense animal lover. She has fed many sick animals with eye droppers, and even gave an injured bird chest compressions...so I really thought I was safe.

It was her first time here, and going to someone's house for the first time is always a bit odd. It's a big step in a relationship, you know. Like going steady or meeting the parents. Kind of. Anyway, she got here, the dogs sniffed her rudely, and she bolted for the bathroom.

It remains a mystery to me if she really had to go to the bathroom that badly or was just feeling a bit overwhelmed with the animals and chaos and needed to re-group.

I'm pretty sure she really had to go though, because she darted into the bathroom and locked the door. I went to the living room, which is where the bathroom is, and sat down to wait. (I did hum a little so not to overhear what was taking place in there. Common courtesy.) Hazel, the fat, little sausage beagle, was determined to find my friend, so she butted her head against the bathroom door.

Lo and behold, she busted the door right open.

I won't go into details here because it is much too embarrassing for all involved. I will tell you that I just happened to be sitting right in plain view of the bathroom and that the door was pushed fully opened and was therefore out of reach for my friend...who had to wait until she was finished and closing up shop to close the door.

I will, however, tell you this as a warning if you have ever entertained the idea of stopping by to use our bathroom.

Again, just common courtesy.