Jackson ate his poop the other day. Then he at a small dog treat because Ben couldn't stand his breath. Before that he ate a small piece of plastic from his new favorite dog toy.
Later that day I was upstairs unpacking and Ben was washing a few dishes when he turned to look at Jackson and saw him sitting by the door with two streams of drool extending from the corner of his mouth almost to the floor. Ben called me asking where the camera was so he could get a picture before he wiped Jackson's face. I ran downstairs to show him where it was and then it hit me.
The smell of puke and poop saturated the air when I got to the third step. The stench was so bad it actually made me feel like I was going to puke. By the time I was halfway down the steps my eyes started to burn, and Ben slowly said, "Oooohhh, Jackson puked..." Ben ran to let Jackson outside in case there was another round on its way up. As I came around the corner I saw what Ben just ran away from.
Right in front of the couch was a big puddle of pea-green puke. The dog treat was in about three different pieces since he doesn't chew his food. There was a little piece of plastic at the edge the puddle and, of course, two big turds right in the middle.
It was the most disgusting thing I have ever cleaned up. Even after cleaning the puke, washing the carpet, taking out the trash, spraying air freshener, and lighting a candle all I could smell was poopy puke.
Jackson wasn't allowed to lick me for the next 24 hours.
2 comments:
Oh, the joys of parenting! I hope you get to see that dog movie that is out-Max, I think. Poor baby probably has a tummy ache and affection including kissing is part of what is needed.
That is disgusting!!
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