Last week I referenced in my 'I Can't Believe' post that I couldn't believe what I came home to at lunch.
I'm fortunate enough to live 5 minutes from my office, so 90% of the time, I drive home for lunch and spend my hour with my pup, prepping dinner, and catching up on household errands...or my DVR.
I walked in the house last week with a list of things I wanted to do before I had a friend over that night. Namely, vacuuming, and making sure the bathroom was in working order.
When I walked in, I was assaulted with an awful smell. I thought 'Man, I took the trash out yesterday, so I have no idea why it smells like that already.'
I let Bessie out of her crate, and quickly realized she had had...an explosion of sorts. In her crate. This has NEVER happened before. And what do dogs do when they are wet? They shake themselves off. This is where the sh*t on the fan part comes in. I haven't actually checked the ceiling fan, but I'm sure it's there.
She quickly darted across the house, leaving a trail behind her, before I could corral her in the bathtub. The rest of my lunch hour was spent bathing her, cleaning furniture, gathering tainted items and throwing them in the basement to be dealt with later, and completely disassembling her crate outside and scrubbing it, in dress shoes.
I felt bad for me, but even worse for Bessie who had to sit in that mess. I wish I didn't have to crate the poor thing, but she gets severe separation anxiety if left to roam the house, and becomes quite destructive.
One hour turned into an hour and a half, and I was late getting back to work. Part of that was due to me deciding I deserved ice cream. I stopped at my favorite place on the way back. On the way there, I discovered my pants were speckled in dog poo. Then a bug flew in my ice cream.
I smelled for the rest of the afternoon.
Here's hoping for a less eventful lunch break today.