If I EVER stop to think about getting another indoor dog again, I will return to this blog post to remind myself why I have promised that Scrubs will be out LAST indoor dog!
Don't get me wrong folks. I love Scrubs. And I have loved having him as my dog. But JB and I have just decided that from now on, we are going to keep the pets outside of the house.
At least that is our plan. I'm sure there's a kid who has the power to talk us out of that.
This morning I woke up and came downstairs. Like I do every morning. Since there is always a kid up by 5:30am, my body has started waking me up nearly every morning at 5am. I used to fight it, but I have recently come to embrace it. Getting up 30 minutes before the kiddos is really nice to give me a little time with the Lord, my email, myself, and ...
Not one pile of dog vomit but PILE after PILE of dog vomit.
I counted SEVEN PILES OF DOG VOMIT.
I turned on all the lights and walked the rest of the kitchen and foyer and living room to see if I could find anymore. I could not. So I spent the next half hour tackling the seven piles I found.
Yes they were on the off-white rug we have prohibited our children from eating or drinking on to keep our landlord's carpet nice.
Just as I finished the last pile of vomit -- scooping and blotting and scrubbing and spraying and wetting and repeating -- Scrubs started scratching at the sliding glass door to go outside. I walked over to let him out and stepped right smack onto ANOTHER pile of dog vomit that had been hidden by the pattern rug.
Really fuming by this point, I bent over to begin scrubbing it and put my hand in another pile.
I really can't make this stuff up.
NINE PILES OF DOG VOMIT before 5:30am is more than any mom should have to wake up to.