It started on Friday. We were both sitting on the couch when our German Shepherd, Archer, looks at Kyle and all of a sudden, poos all over the carpet in an obvious I'm sick kind of way.
Oh. Maybe I should have put a warning....*this blog may not be appropriate to read over dinner. There. Now, back to our story. There is a lot of commotion that follows. We are shuffling Archer outside, grabbing paper towels. "No, not that rag, get an old one. Bring me some soap." Kyle is gagging, I'm telling Kyle to, I believe my lady mouth says, "suck it up and quit gagging." We clean it all up, and since we are heading to IL, we nix the plan to bring the diarrhea dog with us, and we leave him in the backyard. The rest of the day goes a little better. I get my hair done, we go target shooting, and stop for a quick chat with my family.
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| First time with my new gun. I love it. |
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| Isn't my firearms instructor seriously handsome?! |
After our quick trip to IL, we start clearing out our spare room to move our bed in and make room for our new master bedroom makeover. Hopefully our new bed and mattress are delivered soon! Just like a typical wife/husband effort to clean, organize, and move heavy furniture. It goes very smooth with a lot of smiling, laughing, and please & thank you's . If you did not catch the sarcasm in that last sentence, then you must not be married. After a few grouchy comments, one big give away pile, and dividing the work (aka: putting ourselves in timeout) we complete our task. Phew!
Saturday turns out to be a pretty good day. We take a trip to the zoo to buy memberships and enjoy the weather. Remember that blog about training for a hiking trip? The zoo is going to my perfect weekend workout space. Anyone want to join?
Saturday I do 5 loads of laundry. On the last load, I wash a big blanket that I have washed a few times before. The washer does not spin or drain. It's about midnight and time to change the clocks forward for spring. Kyle gets home and works on the washing machine but we are too tired so we just leave it for the next day.
Early Sunday morning, I slowly awaken to a smell. At first I think maybe Lola didn't go out the night before and had left us a smelly present by the back door. She has done that before when we forget to let her out. Then I remember the washing machine and I groggily decide maybe it is the water sitting in the washer all night producing the sour smell. I fall back asleep hoping Kyle will wake up soon and go take care of it. Around 7am, we both start to wake up and the smell is undeniable and rank. Kyle cautiously walks around to see Archer sitting in the most poo I've ever seen in one place, outside of the rhino exhibit at the zoo. He gets Archer out, who spins around, runs into the living room, (yes leaving poo pawprints) swinging his tail (yes leaving poo tailprints), and finally Kyle gets him outside.
Okay, now I'm awake. Forget the time change, forget the fact that my bed head is sticking up everywhere, and I have dark circles under my eyes. The disgusting scene before me has my full attention. I help Kyle carry the huge kennel outside. This time we are both gagging and I am certain I am going to throw up. My Friday "suck it up" comment is running through my head. Ugh. Humility lesson again. Kyle showers while attempt to clean the floor and the wall and the carpet and the other wall, and anywhere else that was in the line of fire. I clean and mop and I still feel like I need another round of bleach. Thank God Kyle was home to help me!
After everything calms down, we throw on a smile and head to church still unsure on how we are going to clean Archer. I must say we remained relatively calm through the event. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or we just felt bad for our doggie.
Following church, Kyle has to head to work so we rush through dog bath outside, hose down style. I'm so glad that it was in the 60's this weekend! Archer is clean enough and seems to be acting normal so we bring him back indoors. He settles back down and sits with me in the laundry room as I wait through an entire cycle trying to determine what the problem is. As I'm sitting there, ants start crawling on me. Three ants to be exact. And so the war on ants begins again. On the bright side, that means that spring is coming soon!
At the end of the day our dog is clean, our house is clean, our marriage survived a poo attack, and we have determined volunteering to shovel at the zoo is not for us.
