Imagine this....It's 101 degrees outside. You have a swamp cooler that you don't run while you're at work...you come home, open the front door, and instantly you smell it. Oh no. It's 88 degrees in the house and the smell of dog poop is rampant in the air. DAMMIT! NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, that's right, ladies and gentleman. Maximus had a massive diarreah explosion in his kennel. I'm talking all over it and him! And I'm the only one there to clean up the damn mess. So, I put him in the backyard, struggle to get the huge kennel into the front yard, take the cushion out and turn on the super power hose. I spray that thing down. I power wash it, so to speak. Then I run that thing into the house quickly and stick it in the washing machine. Back to the front yard....I then power wash the kennel, take it in the house and use Clorox Disinfecting Wipes to clean it. THEN, I get the dog, put him in the tub and give him a thorough bath, including his undercarriage. (THEN when Drew got home from work, we gave him ANOTHER bath.)
Ok, here comes the best part. The culprit of this amazing display of poop was a paper towel. Indeed, Maximus probably had eaten it several days prior. He had diarreah, wasn't eating normally, and wasn't as energetic as usual. I found the paper towel, still completely intact, in the middle of his kennel. It was brown. Need I say more?
Yes, that's right, ladies and gentleman. Maximus had a massive diarreah explosion in his kennel. I'm talking all over it and him! And I'm the only one there to clean up the damn mess. So, I put him in the backyard, struggle to get the huge kennel into the front yard, take the cushion out and turn on the super power hose. I spray that thing down. I power wash it, so to speak. Then I run that thing into the house quickly and stick it in the washing machine. Back to the front yard....I then power wash the kennel, take it in the house and use Clorox Disinfecting Wipes to clean it. THEN, I get the dog, put him in the tub and give him a thorough bath, including his undercarriage. (THEN when Drew got home from work, we gave him ANOTHER bath.)
Ok, here comes the best part. The culprit of this amazing display of poop was a paper towel. Indeed, Maximus probably had eaten it several days prior. He had diarreah, wasn't eating normally, and wasn't as energetic as usual. I found the paper towel, still completely intact, in the middle of his kennel. It was brown. Need I say more?
Holy Crap! No punn intended!
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ReplyDeleteewwwwwwww. We had a similar experience once upon a time with Toby-- the culprit was a sliver of Dial soap.
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