March 12, 2008 shall no longer be known as March 12, 2008. It shall forever be known as the Infamous Mud Butt Debacle of 2008.
Teddy and Moose have been spending the days (while we're at work) in a large exercise pen that is attached to the front of Teddy's cage, with the cage door fully open. We thought it would be good for the two of them to have some contact during the day. Oops...
I came home yesterday evening and thought that I smelled something... umm... off in the building hallway. Chalking it up to one of my neighbors, I continued towards the apartment door.
As I got closer though, I knew that I was going to soon be on clean-up duty. The odor was sharp, getting stronger and emanating from our door.
Upon entering the apartment, I immediately headed towards the bedroom to assess the damage.
It was massive.
I guess Teddy had a little bit of an upset stomach because there were "piles" of poo all over the wood floors. There was also some on Moose's bed, and poopy footprints on both of Teddy's blankets, his bed covering and the towel I had under the water dish. I swear I checked the ceiling just in case I missed something.
It took three quarters of a fresh roll of paper towels just to get all the poo off the floor, and the rest of the roll to do an initial wipe down. Then I took the dogs to the dog park.
When Annie met me there, I gave her two options: (a) she could do the laundry, or (b) the floor scrubbing. She opted for (c) bribe me to do both (a) and (b) by buying me a handle of Dewar's. I acquiesced.
No pictures of the poo for you guys; just an image of Annie's clever little joke. Very funny, Ms. Barker.
Now why don't you just go to sleep... hee hee.
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