Wow. I woke up to a big pile of it this morning. The Daddler started sputtering when I walked into the kitchen. He marched me into the dining room to see Lucy's, ummm, deposit. See, it was raining yesterday and she's phobic of water. Apparently, she shat yesterday and The D cleaned it up.

Since the smell thrust me to the verge of vomiting, I asked the Man of the House if he would take care of the problem. He told me, in no uncertain terms, that he'd handled it yesterday, and it was up to me today. Since he's somewhat olfactorily challenged, I decided to suck it up. Hold my breath. Deal with it. I did. But not without noticing several other spots. Involving urine.
I swear, I'm going to rip up that hideous carpet and walk around on plywood. That probably wouldn't be a great idea, though, because it would absorb the odors. She's done so well since we got the carpet cleaned this summer.
Yesterday, I mentioned to the vet that she chews everything in sight. I wondered when she'd outgrow it. He said, and I quote, "If dogs had opposible thumbs, they'd be chain smokers." That confused me until he clarified. "Some dogs have oral fixations." I just have to shake my head and shrug my shoulders at that.
It's a good thing she's so damn cute.
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