Is another man's treasure...as the old saying goes. Today I came home from work with a plan to walk the dogs, get a shower, order a pizza, and watch the game. I was not at all expecting or prepared to come home to what I came home to. Upon unlocking and opening the back door I was greeted by the hounds. I took one step into the house and knew something horrible was awaiting. The rank stench of shit filled my nostrils with an overwhelming power. I hung up my bag and raced through the house to see what the hell had happened. Nothing in the kitchen or bathroom, dining room was clear, upon entering the living room, I discovered what was waiting....
On my area rug was an enormous amount of dog diarrhea. A few splotches of watery something or other, probably barf, could be found around the floor as well. The room smelled so horrible and looked like a shit/barf bomb had exploded. I could tell by the way Raja was acting, that this explosion came from her ass and gut.
Needless to say, the hounds didn't get walked. Instead I donned some latex gloves, mopped twice, rolled up the rug and tossed it on the tree lawn. Lucky for me it's 70 degrees here and I could air out the house. Also lucky for me it's trash night. However, that has posed unlucky to someone else.....I wondered how long it would take for some trash picker to come along and investigate the rug I had tossed out. I rolled up the rug and folded it in half and placed a trash bag, hoping to deter anyone from taking this mess. By the time I was done one round of mopping, someone had unfolded the rug, and I'm assuming the stench scared them off. Round two of mopping was completed, and the rug was gone.
I feel so bad for that poor soul who unrolls that rug in their home and sees/smells what is waiting for them!!! At the same time, I laugh every time I think of their misfortune. As the saying goes....One man's trash is another man's treasure, except in this case.
MJ
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Ah, yes, the reality of owning animals. I know the stench you speak of...xena christened my walls, carpet, baseboard trim, and stairs with her ass/gut muck. My advice: invest in a set of tongs, wet-vac, and a clothespin (this is to keep the stench out of the nostrils).
dude, my brothers 150lb. mastiff pulled a similar tragic scenario about a week ago. Rufus did a little explosive d action when we were living in tremont, my fault though for believing what i read on the "guardian angels" (yes, isn't that cute and inapropriately reigious) nutrition website for owners of epileptic dogs. He was crated and burst out of the crate, in a rage of discomfort or literally propelled by his own ass, i dont know so it wasn't an all house mess. I hope we never have to go thru that, but i recognize my chances...
Oh that Rufus.....
you are a true animal lover, i would have had to kill the dog, just kidding but I would have been a lot more pissed. raj is lucky to have you ...Dr. J
She is way too cute to be that pissed, not to mention I feel bad when they are sick.
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