Dog Piles

I don't know how it happens.

No sooner do I get one pile of poo picked up in my house, then another one pops up. We adopted Libby on Easter Sunday. She has an issue with table food. Too many years on kibble at the wonderful Amish puppy mill has left her stomach a little sensitive. A few days after we adopted her, Carolyn and I took her with us on a car ride to get some coffee. Moments later, we scattered into the parking lot to escape the explosion of poo. Poor Libby had a massive crap in the back of my Jeep Cherokee. Luckily, it was mostly on the rubber liner. I gave the job of cleaning it to my husband. We went out that week and bought a steam cleaner. I figured it would see occasional use.

That was then.

We adopted our second dog at the beginning of April. Cooper is a big boy…with big poo. And he’s never, ever had an accident in the house. Until NOW! We took him to the vet last week to get a steroid shot for a staff infection. He came home and promptly blew up in the kitchen. He’s been wee-ing and pooing in the house all week long, and I don’t see any end in sight.

All week long, I’ve been picking up poo. I don’t even put the steam cleaner away anymore. It just travels from one room to another, always on stand-by.

I used to be afraid of poo. I was afraid it would destroy my home. That was before I got the Hoover All-Terrain! Now I know a good steamcleaner can save lives. This may sound odd, but I’m beginning to understand the dynamics of poo. Getting it out of my carpet is really an artform. Although I hate having to fill the tank (and empty the tank) and lug it all around, I actually enjoy watching the machine work it’s magic.

I better go…Libby is pacing.