Okay, I'll stop. For now.
On to the story.
Now and again I dog sit for my manager. She has a BIG dog and a normal size dog. Here they are:
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She also has two cats. I am very-much-so not a cat person. But whatev. I deal.
Last time I dog-sat, she was gone for two weeks, so that meant picking up the poo in the yard, cleaning out the litter box, etc. INSERT GAG REFLEX HERE! I did okay while I was outside cleaning the poo where I had an ample amount of fresh air, but in the small room with the litter box, I was really struggling. I kept gasping for air and gagging, gagging, gagging. I thought it might be a good idea to put my shirt up over my nose so that the smell wouldn't bother me as much. That worked for a few minutes until I didn't respond fast enough to a very strong gag and I THREW UP INSIDE MY SHIRT. I could have simply pulled the shirt down and thrown up into the litter box, but no. I simply threw up in my shirt. Try getting that shirt off without making a mess all over your face. Yeah. Ugh.
This week I am just dog-sitting for a few nights, so I don't need to worry about the litter box. Good. But then came this morning. Fynn woke me up early with her barking, and when I opened my door I was greeted with a rancid smell. I walked downstairs to find doggy-diarrhea and throw up all over the living room. I spent the next hour and a half cleaning (and gagging). I wasn't really sure what to do for the dogs, but I hoped the sickness had passed and I headed to work.
Well, the sickness returned. I was greeted with more diarrhea and throw up when I got back from work. Poor puppy. Poor me.
To review: I really love these dogs and I love to dog-sit, but I am more pleased each day to have my beloved Howie. And his little, clean poops.
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2 comments:
Before you mentioned throwing up, I thought to myself, "I should tell her my little phrase (mantra, if you will) that I repeat to myself whenever my gag reflex is acting up" (which is all the time...earlier this evening in the fish section at the grocery store...anytime I clean hair off the bathroom floor, etc), which is "don't throw up don't throw up don't throw up, etc." Maybe you could borrow that next time you feel the need to throw up in your shirt :) It has only failed me a few times.
When we first got our dog, he spent the first couple months vomiting black tar and crapping chocolate pudding all across our house - not to mention my mother-in-law's. My gag reflex is gone. Maybe you just need to clean LOTS of poo!
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