masking the smell

Sometimes you randomly get really homesick and need to go visit your parents.

Sometimes you are almost as excited to see your dog as you are your family.

And sometimes your dog has gastrointestinal issues and your husband has to wear a gas mask.

Oh wait...just me?

But really.  All of that is true.  [For me, at least.  I don't know about you.]

From the very first day that we brought Casey home, he slept on my bed.  And when I go home to visit, he still does.  And it melts my heart.

But.  About once a week, Casey has some serious gastrointestinal issues.  Like so bad it's hard to breathe or even think with him in the same room.

I got used to it.  I never liked it.  But I loved him so much that I just put up with it.

Tim, on the other hand, is somewhat of a different story.  Imagine my surprise when I walked in my old bedroom to see this on Saturday night:

Ok so maybe that isn't a gas mask.  I think it's actually a paint fumes mask from my brother's airbrushing class.

But apparently it did the trick, because Tim wore that thing for quite sometime.

Such a charmer, that husband of mine.