A couple of times each year we babysit the dog of some very dear friends. Molly is a 9 year old yellow lab and her family's school vacation schedule doesn't coincide with ours. We adore hosting Molly and look forward to our special week with her each year. Hosting her is such a treat for us that we like to really, extra, super duper spoil her when she comes to visit.
This year as an extra surprise my boys had the idea to move their beds together so that Molly didn't have to take turns each night. The three of them got to cuddle close together for 7 straight nights of slumbering bliss. All was going so dreamily well for Molly Week, until...
We left Molly home during the day for a while, something commonly done. On this day, however, I also left 2 sticks of butter to soften on the counter. Banana bread was on my mind. Molly, apparently, had butter on her mind. She helped her self to both sticks of butter in our absence, bad dog! I know this because the butter paper was present in the massive piles of vomit found all over my house upon our return.
As I was discovering the severity of the great vomit massacre, the boys were already feeding her dinner. More vomit. In the morning I discovered the vomit explosion all over their beds (they didn't notice when they were sleeping in them?) just as they were feeding her breakfast. More vomit. More vomit. More and more dog vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit.
What you may not know, and please take this as a public safety announcement, when dogs consume a large amount of fat (and two sticks of butter counts as "a large amount") they can become very sick. Toxic if you will. We took Molly to the doggy hospital ready to beg and plead that she get to sleep there for the night, seeing as how her liver enzymes were "off the charts" they asked to keep her. Her family arrived home the next day to find Molly re-hydrated, enzyme stabilized and fully recovered.
I, myself, had some cleaning to attend to. Super size. There is a certain section that still smells like dog vomit.
this little quadrant of wood floor has a a bit of design/installation flaw. The spaces between some boards are just big enough to . . . well . . . . let dog vomit in. I coated it with baking soda (making sure it got down in the cracks) and vacuumed, I did it again and again and again. There appears to be a renewable source under there. My mission continues.
With my humor and inexhaustible good spirit still intact the boys and I entertained ourselves by building lego to the sound of the washing machine churning out it's 19th load.
I built this:
it's a Doggy Vomit Haz Mat Clean Up Vehicle. At very least I hopefully impress upon the children in my charge - when life gives you lemons......
"The spaces between some boards are just big enough to . . . well . . . . let dog vomit in." HAHAHA!
Posted by: Julie | 04/08/2011 at 08:39 AM
I was really afraid to scroll to the first picture for a moment. I thought to myself "no......she wouldn't". xox happy friday
Posted by: Miss Julie | 04/08/2011 at 11:46 AM
Poor doggie...what a mess...ugh!!!
Posted by: Pat Cogan | 04/08/2011 at 02:37 PM
Molly must have felt so awful-poor thing! But what a mess i right!
Posted by: Miss Anna | 04/09/2011 at 08:36 AM
you not only impress it upon the children in your charge but also the readers in your blogosphere...I bet if Molly had been a French Poodle instead of an American Lab, she would have handled her butter better, huh-huh-huh (said with your best Frenchie accent)
Posted by: Growing Muses | 04/10/2011 at 10:03 PM
Molly is my bad dog & Miss Laurie, I feel terrible about entire incident and especially to learn there's a "renewable source" under your floorboards. Awful. Hopefully the arrival of spring and being able to throw open the sash will help resolve things once and for all? Sincerest apologies again. Woof
Posted by: S | 04/14/2011 at 10:08 PM