Sometimes having dogs gives a great introduction to raising kids. I know they are not really comparable, but they do offer some great lessons in patience and a strong gag reflex.
Today, for example, I came home from work to find Jesse standing in the kitchen with a plastic bag and the roll of paper towels in his hand. As soon as I walked in our house, the stench of poop slapped me across the face. This means that one of the dogs pooped in the house. This is actually a rare occurrence with our dogs- they never poop in the house, so it must have been a dire emergency that one of them could not hold until we got home.
Jesse told me that he spent about 20 minutes searching for the scene of the crime. Duke always poops in the basement because he's so embarrassed about it. Otherwise, he never goes in the basement without us. Jesse said he checked the basement twice, checked upstairs in all the bedrooms; he basically scoured the house for this poop and could not find it. Retracing his steps to where the smell was the strongest, this lead him to our guest bathroom on our first floor. Still, no poop. Jesse pulls back the shower curtain, and TADA- the biggest pile of poop you could imagine- in our BATH TUB!! Apparently, Duke thought it was a better idea to poop in the bath tub than anywhere else in the house. Our shower curtain was closed, so he even jumped in, did his duty, and then jumped back out without disturbing the curtain. Even though that is beyond disgusting, we are thankful it was in a place that is easy to clean up.
As I am standing in the hallway and laughing about the poop incident, I hear guttural sounds behind me. As I turn around, Daisy throws up all over the floor. Apparently she was disgusted about the whole thing too.
Let's just say, thanks to our dogs, we will be well prepared for any poop, vomit, or other bodily fluids requiring a clean up in aisle 3.
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