Tuesday, the perfect day to dish about anything you want with me and gal IA! Sorry for the delay in getting my post up but I've been a wee bit busy. Here's a sampling of the last few days...
*** WARNING, THIS POST IS NOT FOR THOSE WITH A WEAK STOMACH OR THOSE ABOUT TO EAT***
We have {actually it was Honey} discovered that Rogue is lactose intolerant. How did we come to this conclusion you ask? Well here's the story...
Honey picks up the dog food when we're out. She has also picked them up cute little cookies decorated with yogurt icing a few times over the past 3 months. Sunday night she gave her babies their treats.
A few weeks ago Rogue was sick, as in diarrhea all over my house sick, he was also sick like that back in January. Like always I assumed he had eaten a pair of panties or a sock and waited for it to "pass". Never had I put the two together...
I woke up at 3 am Monday morning wide awake. I laid there until 3:30 not able to sleep so I finally decided to get up and start my day a little early and knock out my morning workout. Ok, whatever I actually stumbled to the kitchen to take a Xannax so I could go back to sleep until 8. Judge away, at this point I really don't care. While shuffling down the dark hallway I stepped in IT. It as in shIT. Apparently Rogue had had an accident. He may or may not have rang the potty bells at the front door I can't be sure since I had bright pink pieces of extremely uncomfortable foam shoved in my ear canals to block off my darling husbands "heavy breathing". Anyway, I cleaned up the mess, thankful it was "firm" and only on the wood, took my Xannax and went back to bed.
At 5:30 I heard Honey yell "ROGUE!" then her approaching foot steps to the side of my bed. She whispered sweetly in my ear, "Mom, Rogue pooped everywhere! I would clean it up by I'm late for my workout" {she for real gets up at the crack-o-ass to workout before school at 7:30}, words every Mother yearns to hear. Now a perfect person would have gotten up to clean up the mess but I'm far from perfect so I rolled over and went back to bed. Again I say, judge away!
When I woke at 7:45 and went for my cup of coffee I found IT. It as in shIT. He had had explosive diarrhea from the back door to the front door. Literally! It has splattered up the kitchen cabinets, the legs of the chairs and my silk drapes. It honestly looked like a crime scene but with shit instead of blood and the creepy theme song from The Bates Motel rang through my ears.
It took me 40 minutes on my hands and knees, like Cinda-freaking-rella, to get it cleaned up. Babe came to "help" and left with some choice words in between his gags. Peanut got up for school and quickly returned to her room gagging. I have such an incredible support system don't I? Babe finally manned up and came to help. He sprayed the dried splatters with the cleaning solution as I approached that area with his shirt over his face like a bank robber. Ahh he's such a gentlemen to assist me like that so I wouldn't have to scrape the shit.
Only after I returned from taking Peanut to school did I discover that the area rug had also fallen victim to Sir Rogue. I spent the next 30 minutes, again on my hands and knees, using the carpet cleaner. Do you know what that smells like when you pour it out? Because I care I'm going to tell you to take a very deep breath and hold it if you're ever faced with a similar situation!
I do believe that I have redefined "I've had a really shitty day"! Care to disagree?
For those of you that made it through this post I have this to say to you. This has been your dose of appetite control for the day. You. Are. Welcome!
A friend sent me this on FB. I'm so glad my friends get me!
It really is a good thing I love this boy!
It's your turn to tell me about your shitty day, I'm all ears.
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I feel bad because I don't think this was supposed to make me laugh...but it did...not at all of the poo, just at your telling of it. Hope today is better!
Aw this sucks for everyone! I did laugh, only because I have been in this exact situation before. Our dog, and my parents dog, had gotten in to something they shouldn't have and when we woke up there was shit EVERYWHERE. I was horrified ha ha! Hope Rogue is feeling better, and I hope that you had a nice strong drink after that!!
Now see, I get the lovely feel of cat vomit between my toes in the middle of the night quite often. We haven't had a dog shit problem for a few years. However, dog or cat, they always aim for the carpet, even if wood or tile (easier to clean flooring) is within reach, they will move to hit the carpet or area rug, every stinking--literally--time. And I know the cat aims not only to barf on the carpet, but right where we will step in it.
It is a good thing we love them.
There is definitely nothing quite like cleaning up dog shit. The neighbor girl walked through my house a couple weeks with it on her shoe. I scrubbed & scrubbed (we have carpet) and for hours I felt like I still smelled it. It was all in my head but uggghhh!
Ohhh & we don't even have a dog! That makes it more annoying!!
Ughhhh you poor thing. My pup has shit in the house a few times, but the latest wasn't from any sort of sickness, which is at least excuseable. We were outside with him in the yard ALL DAY and then we go inside for 10 minutes, and I come back downstairs, and he had shit, but only on the area rugs, when the rest of the house is hardwood. Seriously?! I'm pretty sure he ate cat poop so it was entirely self inflicted. Bleck.
Oh and that Good morning pic with the dog made me laugh so hard I almost peed! Soooo true.
What a shitty morning. If one of the kids told me there was shit everywhere, I would have done that same as you...rolled over and went back to sleep.
Fun... NOT! But the little cartoon is cute!
This is disgusting. I've never seen explosive poo from a dog before but there's this area in the woods by my house.....
Ewe! So glad I read this after I ate lunch and not before or I might not have eaten.
Oh man, I feel your pain. When we first got our dog, as a puppy, he had a reaction to blue buffalo, and would shit so violently it would knock him over. Literally, he would fall forward onto his face.
Here's hoping you've got the cause figured out and these days are behind you.
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