I was going to write about the latest issue of Everyday Food today, but I haven't finished reading it and, frankly, so far it is not too inspiring.
Instead, let me give you the conclusion to the week of dog sickness: Today I came home to a big mess. I will spare you the details, but it came in several piles, and it was not pretty.
And then there was blood too.
So apparently Doc got the end of his sickness out of him, and Max is the one with a bloody nose. How did that happen? I have no idea. But when I got home there was lots of tail wagging and too much barking from Doc.
Ugh, the barking.
Ninety-nine percent of the time you would not know we had dogs, at least by sound. They make hardly any noise. Occasionally Max lets out a deep guttural growl at a passing dog outside our bay window, but most of the time our dogs look like this:
Or they're just so cute, like this:
Which leads me to my next question: How do you deal with a screaming baby? A barking dog has put me near my wit's end. And I need to nip this habit in the bud asap.
And then there's the mess part. So I grabbed the Spot Shot (the new non-toxic kind that doesn't come in an aerosol can and it works just as well, so three pluses). I got the mess up almost immediately, though I will probably reapply another layer of Spot Shot when I finish writing. As you no doubt know if you've read this blog for more than a day, I am pretty particular about my home, cleanliness and general organization. When my friend Sam, owner of large and fury dogs, found out we were adopting one dog and then another, asked, "How are you going to handle that? Dogs can mess up your house." Yes, yes they can.
How do I deal with it? I get sad for a minute, and then I try really hard to clean it up immediately and not think about it again until the next incident. When we came home to some destroyed pillows, a destroyed blind and some destroyed base boards after a trip in November, I cried for a solid 30 minutes. It's one of the few times I think I've cried in over a year. And then I bought new pillows.
I care about my house because I put time (a lot) and money (not as much) into it, and I take pride in how it looks. I grew up in a house where we were rarely allowed to have guests over because it was always "too messy." So I never want to live that way again. This is why my heart breaks a little every time my dogs do something to mess it all up a little.
OK, your turn: How do you deal with having animals in the house and the messes you made? Do I just need to suck it up and chill out? And, if you have successfully broken a dog's barking habit, I would love to hear your tips. I am ready to call in the big guns (metaphoric, of course. Don't worry.)