Joe has an affectionate name for Flip. It's sludge butt. Now here is my disclaimer for my 3...if you have a weak stomach, stop reading.
The date: February 9th. Joe and I have just returned from a 3-day ski trip. My great friend, Diane, has stayed at the condo to take care of what she calls "the furries." Everything seemed to have gone well and I was off to another great friend's house, John M., to do some catch-up work (he's an LLM student and stays up late doing homework).
Time: 3am. Place: My kitchen. After working for 5 hours at John's place trying to catch up in the wonderful world of law, I return to my condo to get 2 hours of sleep before I have to head into the office. I open my backdoor and immediately get hit in the face with "the smell" reminiscent of and circa January 2011 of the original pudding episode.
It appeared that Flip had again gotten into something that didn't quite agree with his stomach. There, on my kitchen floor, was the black chunky pudding. Side note- Flip also eats his own poop. Yup, he sure does. However, not even Flip the sh*t-eater would touch this. So there it remained in all of its black chunky glory.
So, at 3am in the morning, using latex gloves, six plastic bags, a piece of cardboard and a gallon of bleach, cleaned up Flip's pudding. By the time it was done, 4am had rolled around so I jumped in the shower and headed to work.
By the way, Flip watched my 3am clean fest through a half-open eye from the couch. He was clearly annoyed that the lights were on and that I was interrupting his sleep. I could tell from the loud obnoxious sighs he kept giving off. After 30 minutes, he had enough and excused himself to my bedroom where he went to sleep with Joe.
The date: February 9th. Joe and I have just returned from a 3-day ski trip. My great friend, Diane, has stayed at the condo to take care of what she calls "the furries." Everything seemed to have gone well and I was off to another great friend's house, John M., to do some catch-up work (he's an LLM student and stays up late doing homework).
Time: 3am. Place: My kitchen. After working for 5 hours at John's place trying to catch up in the wonderful world of law, I return to my condo to get 2 hours of sleep before I have to head into the office. I open my backdoor and immediately get hit in the face with "the smell" reminiscent of and circa January 2011 of the original pudding episode.
It appeared that Flip had again gotten into something that didn't quite agree with his stomach. There, on my kitchen floor, was the black chunky pudding. Side note- Flip also eats his own poop. Yup, he sure does. However, not even Flip the sh*t-eater would touch this. So there it remained in all of its black chunky glory.
So, at 3am in the morning, using latex gloves, six plastic bags, a piece of cardboard and a gallon of bleach, cleaned up Flip's pudding. By the time it was done, 4am had rolled around so I jumped in the shower and headed to work.
By the way, Flip watched my 3am clean fest through a half-open eye from the couch. He was clearly annoyed that the lights were on and that I was interrupting his sleep. I could tell from the loud obnoxious sighs he kept giving off. After 30 minutes, he had enough and excused himself to my bedroom where he went to sleep with Joe.
I love the image of Flip being all pissed because you disturbed his sleep. "Sleeping here woman, can't you do that later?!"
ReplyDeleteSorry guys, I had to post the poo. Blame Meegs for teaching me how to add photos!
ReplyDeleteick.
ReplyDeletebuy him one of those red,rubber Kong chew thing that you stuff a dog treat into-they are the best-throw him in crate with it.
and good luck.