I immediately woke up because of the smell. And you know it has to be bad if it can make someone wake up from a deep sleep. Unfortunately as soon as I woke up, I immediately knew what happened. And I also knew that my husband would out-sleep me forever rather than deal with the situation.
Our Yorkie, Casey, has an issue with what we term “Poopy Butt.” Casey knows what this means, our other pets know what it means; everyone in the family knows what this means. If you don’t already smell it, you can usually take one look at Casey crouched in a corner, his whole body shivering with his rear end smashed up against a wall to know that he has a poopy butt.
Which is what I woke up to at 4:20 am the morning of Jan 1st, 2014. Casey was crouched in our closet, small piles of dog poop in the bathroom with an obvious poopy butt. He never gets in trouble for this; we all know it simply is not his fault. In fact, this usually will immediately result in an appointment to the groomer to get his rear end trimmed. But I still had to deal with it. My daughter, the true owner, was conveniently away at a friend’s house for the weekend. As I slogged to the kitchen for Clorox wipes, Windex, paper towels and a garbage bag, I immediately stepped into a soft pile of yuck. I hopped to the kitchen light switch and once illuminated, I discovered a big pile of dog throw up.
Obviously this was much too large to be from Casey. And the other dog, Abbey, has an issue eating way too much food way too quickly and then getting sick. It is a left over from her days before she came to live with us.
Dog throw up, poopy butt and of course the butt end of a dead mouse in the middle of my living room floor from Boca-cat. May your 2014 start off on such a wonderful note as well.