Ever since I quit smoking, I've had a very sensitive sense of smell. Most would say that this is a good thing, lucky even, and while I would normally agree, this morning I was wishing my nose would go back to functioning solely for breathing purposes, rather than smelling purposes...
I woke up this morning before my alarm, around 7:30. As I lay there in bed, thinking about the day ahead, I notice a strong smell. Immediately I know what the smell is..........cat poop. Immediately I'm frustrated, because I know where it's coming from and what that means. The dog is laying on the bedroom floor panting, and I know the smell is coming from him, and that he's been snacking on the catbox contents...again. But there's something else...another smell on top of it that I can't put my finger on because I'm so focused on the first smell. I drag myself out of bed, knowing what I have to deal with that morning (cleaning up after the dog's night of emptying the catbox). As I head down the stairs, I see the origin of the smell I couldn't put my finger on. The dog, after eating so much out the catbox, apparently couldn't control himself and didn't bother to come alert myself or J. There was dog poop on the stairs. Great. So I gather some toilet paper, a towel and stain remover, and I pick up the mess on the stairs. Then I walk into the living room and see the second mess the dog has left for me - there's remnants of cat poop and litter all over the living room floor, kitchen floor, and spare bathroom floor. Greeeaaat. I set about cleaning up the mess, but thanks to my sensitive nose and how early in the morning it is (thus how ill-prepared I am to deal with this level of grossness), I start to heave. Awesome.
The worst part? J and I don't believe in punishing the dog after he's broken a rule (and this is definitely not the first time he's broken this rule). So there's no punishment for him, because I didn't catch him in the act, so he wouldn't understand the punishment and it would be completely fruitless. The only result is a bad morning for me. Ironically, John and I had stayed up late last night talking about how great of a dog Huck is, and how we're really impressed with how smart he is, and how he's maturing, and considering getting another American Eskimo soon so Huck has a sibling-friend to play with!!
Needless to say, J will be going to buy an automatic catbox today while I'm working, because I simply cannot deal with how gross it is when your dog tries to cuddle with you after eating something like that! Yuck!!
Ah... the adventures of being a pet owner... *sigh*
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