So since I was out with kidlet all day yesterday, my mom had the doggers.
She dropped them off mid-afternoon, and I got home early evening. Little did I know she'd left them (in usual spots: Dezi-kennel, Russ-kennel, Tai-loose in my room) with disgusting raw bone things. (note that I despise the smell of raw meat - I could never tell you if chicken has gone bad because I think it smells horrendous anyway. Cooking meat, same thing, I can't stand it. Only when it's cooked is it okay)
Now, I'll give that kind of thing as a rare treat, but only frozen ones - and I still often admonish "NO DEAD THINGS ON MY COUCH!" (because apparently the treat of a piece of dead stuff means that they'd suddenly be allowed up?). Anyway... Yeah, these things really were not frozen. And Tai, no big surprise, took his on to my bed. So my room reeked like Dead Things and I had to wash my sheets. I sprayed fabric freshener, everything, but my whole house still smelled. gag. I called Mom to ask why on earth there was a Dead Thing on my bed. "I didn't give it to him on the bed" she says. Eesh...
And THEN!! I get home today... *sigh* Tai had pooped on the floor in the bedroom. Great. Get him outside, clean that up while the other two are still out of the way in their kennels. Go to let Russ out, and sure enough there's a huge puddle of diarrhea in the front of his kennel. I didn't even open it in the room, I just carried him in it straight out the door to let him out in the back and hose the kennel down.
Mom got a new phone call... No more Dead Things for my dogs. Frozen and in small doses - and even then, if she wants to give it to them, SHE can keep 'em.
Poor dogs... They're outside for now.
And I'm starting to give up on my house smelling nice ever again... BLECH.
She dropped them off mid-afternoon, and I got home early evening. Little did I know she'd left them (in usual spots: Dezi-kennel, Russ-kennel, Tai-loose in my room) with disgusting raw bone things. (note that I despise the smell of raw meat - I could never tell you if chicken has gone bad because I think it smells horrendous anyway. Cooking meat, same thing, I can't stand it. Only when it's cooked is it okay)
Now, I'll give that kind of thing as a rare treat, but only frozen ones - and I still often admonish "NO DEAD THINGS ON MY COUCH!" (because apparently the treat of a piece of dead stuff means that they'd suddenly be allowed up?). Anyway... Yeah, these things really were not frozen. And Tai, no big surprise, took his on to my bed. So my room reeked like Dead Things and I had to wash my sheets. I sprayed fabric freshener, everything, but my whole house still smelled. gag. I called Mom to ask why on earth there was a Dead Thing on my bed. "I didn't give it to him on the bed" she says. Eesh...
And THEN!! I get home today... *sigh* Tai had pooped on the floor in the bedroom. Great. Get him outside, clean that up while the other two are still out of the way in their kennels. Go to let Russ out, and sure enough there's a huge puddle of diarrhea in the front of his kennel. I didn't even open it in the room, I just carried him in it straight out the door to let him out in the back and hose the kennel down.
Mom got a new phone call... No more Dead Things for my dogs. Frozen and in small doses - and even then, if she wants to give it to them, SHE can keep 'em.
Poor dogs... They're outside for now.
And I'm starting to give up on my house smelling nice ever again... BLECH.
