Did I also mention that on the 10th day of us living there, we began a process of remodeling the kitchen that has us living in a dusty, cluttered section of house with appliances in rooms they weren't meant for?
No? I didn't? well, yeah thats what we did.
Go ahead and question the sanity- I have been, endlessly.
So, in the midst of all of this, the dogs have been in their crates a bit more then ideal. We try to make up for it by giving them as much quality time with us, and in the yard/ world as we can. I don't know if it's a great solution, but its the best we can work out right now. It's been hard on all of us, to say the least.
So, with all this going on, plus the prior commitments the humans in our house already made before all this insanity began- we've had little to no free time the past couple of weeks.
In fact, this past sunday morning, I was off running my first 5k of the month (don't ask how many I'm doing- it's sorta stupid) and my husband was stuck with the dogs. Apparently everyone woke up around 8:00am. Odie had apparently vomited within the first 5 minutes, leaving my husband to start his day cleaning up puke. Always a fun way to start the day.
While he was cleaning that mess up, Odie went into the living room to roost on a couch, as he normally does. While he was up there, whatever it was that was bothering him came back.
By 9:00am, he had barfed multiple times ON the couch, on the (woven) rug, on blankets that were on the couch and the floor.
When I got back to my car and turned my phone back on, I had received a text picture of a mound of dog puke with the caption "Come Home Soon".
Ok, first of all, did I need that picture?
gross.
and second of all, Come On Little Dog- stop puking ON things!!
Poor Hubby had to scrub as best he could to try and get barf out of the woven rug fibers, and off the couch before it soaked in. Because, of course, we have couches that the fabric can't be taken off and washed. We also have no washer or dryer that can function in our house right now thanks to the kitchen remodel. The barfy blankets got bagged up, and later that day, some very sweet friends let us bring it over to wash them.
We figured out what was causing all this, but only after maybe 4 more moments of dog barf magically appearing on sections of floor. He'd been chewing on a particular toy, and we're pretty sure he swallowed little chunks of it without us noticing, thus an entire day of feeling crappy AND making the house stink something fierce.
Before bed, We had done several versions of cleaning and gotten about 98.5% of everything handled. The dogs had both gotten baths to clean whatever we couldn't see off of them. We had survived yet another moment of "why the hell are these animals in our house?" By the next morning, we were all feeling much better. Odie was back to his usual self, pouncing on his sister the moment they were let out.
Disgusting creatures though they may be at times, they're also very cute when they don't feel good and slowly climb into your lap with the eyes of "please take care of me". They're also very sweet when they check on their ailing 'sibling' who keeps getting crated to contain the barf. (Piper would go check on Odie if she hadn't seen him in a while- it was very charming)
All told, this crime was a misdemeanor at worst.
It was also really, really nasty.
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