Poopy Mess

One night last week, Ben and I met friends at a bar to listen to some music. We were only gone for about two hours. When we got home, I went upstairs first while Ben went to the corner deli. As soon as I opened the door I knew something was wrong. Before I even smelled it, I noticed that Porter was lying all by himself in the hallway—very unusual. Then I breathed in and almost threw up. The stench was putrid and nauseating. I scoured the floor that I was walking on in case it was Porter or Sadie who was sick. Then I cautiously went into the living room where Brenda’s crate is.

The poor dog was lying on a bed completely saturated with diarrhea. I immediately took her out and put her in the bathtub. That’s when Ben came home. I heard him gag as soon as he opened the door and immediately turn around and took Porter and Sadie outside for a walk.

I finished Brenda’s bath and went back into the living room to clean up the mess. I put on some rubber gloves and got a black trash bag out from the kitchen. As soon as I got back to the living room, Brenda squatted again. I rushed toward her with the bag but it was too late.

At least this time it was on the hardwood floor, which is pretty easy to clean up.

I threw away the bed in her crate, and doused the apartment with air freshener. It hasn’t smelled the same since.

That night, I took Brenda to the roof every two hours! She was sick for days but after pedialyte, chicken broth and baby food, she is all better.