If you haven’t already, meet Amber, our 94-pound, two year old yellow lab “puppy.”
Sweet, huh? Loveable, yes. But FULL of vinegar.
We were sitting in the office, each at our own computer, enjoying a rare day of having the front and back doors open to receive a nice breeze, when a truly awful smell permeated the room. It was SO bad I almost got physically sick.
I got up to find that Amber had found ‘something’ that had been dead for several days and brought it to the front door. Isn’t that SWEET.
I yelled, help – asking for my husband to get rid of the ‘something’ while I started handling Amber.
We chained her up to the deck, hosed her down, poured doggie shampoo all over her and I scrubbed, and scrubbed. We hosed her off, soaped her again… several times before we thought maybe we had done enough. We changed the chain so she was on the deck and couldn’t get off and left her to dry.
I went inside and was STILL smelling the awful smell from just walking her through the house from the front to the back door, so I sent around with Febreze – probably one of the biggest tests of its life, spraying everywhere as I walked through the foyer, the office, the living room, the back porch, the kitchen, the pantry, the two half baths, the dining area, several times.
Then I went to the sink and used the metal soap bar thingie that you’re supposed to use when you’ve been cutting up garlic or onions and can’t get the smell off your hands, then soap, then the metal bar again….
I then went out and toweled Amber off to the point that she could come in. I couldn’t smell it anymore, but maybe my nose died!
My husband didn’t say anything when I let her in, so maybe we’ve met the challenge.
I will never understand why doggies love to find something truly awful and roll in it.
Sweet doggie – BAH! HUMBUG!