When one's life is tightly compressed and minutes count, one small mishap can send shockwaves to everything else in the day, and so it was this morning.
With my resolution to be dedicated to training, I dutifully got up at 5:00 am to begin my day. First was pottying dogs, and making breakfast and lunch for hubby - good girl! Then I went downstairs to work out. I left the basement door open so the dogs could come in and out which they greatly enjoyed. They'd play and come in and check out my running on the treadmill, go outside and play some more. Good for me - I ran two miles! I was so proud.
Now, off to a nice hot shower and change into training clothes. I was getting changed when I heard that sound no dog owner wants to hear - that horrible retching sound a dog makes before it barfs. It was Moto. We are on the top floor, I'm hoping to grab him and make it at least to the kitchen which is tiled. No such luck. As Moto hurls, it is a disgusting stomachful of what appears to be poopsicles. Mind you I pick up poop twice a day, and if I see a pooping dog I go out there and pick it up. Obviously my eyes have failed me as this was a LOT of turds. The odor quickly starts wafting through the house so I must quit staring in horror and take action.
Out go the dogs. I find a shovel (yes, it really WAS a LOT) and shovel up the disgusting mess. I won't bore you with the rest of the cleaning regimen but suffice it to say we have a light carpet and this was dark liquid barf with chunks and it took a LONG time to a) clean the mess and b) nullify the odor.
By the time all that was taken care of, all there was time left for was to make my lunch, change into work clothes and here I am. *sigh*.
Maybe this afternoon.....
Tricks by any other name
10 years ago
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