The joys of carpet cleaning
Yesterday was not a good day.
It started badly when I was woken at around half six. Frankly, that is a spot in time that should be blank as most honest people should be asleep at that time. Time should stop at midnight and restart somewhere around nine in the morning.
So I was woken to one of those sounds that sends a chill down the spine – the sound of a dog retching. Fuck!
I got up. I quickly discovered three spots on the floor that frankly I would rather not step in. I opened the bedroom door and Penny shot off to the back of the house leaving me to deal with the somewhat revolting puddles of puke. I can assure you that this is not a pleasant task at any time of day, but in the small hours just after waking it is a stomach churner.
So I went to see where Penny had disappeared to. She was in the back room, in the process of puking onto the couch, having already planted another lot on the carpet. Double fuck!
So I spent a happy morning spraying the carpets and couch with stain remover and generally enjoying myself [or as the modern kids would say – not!]. I got all the stains out and the only problem is that all the patches are now cleaner than the rest of the carpets. They can stay like that.
She was off her food all day but drank copious quantities of water. She spent most of the day outside just lying in the grass and looking miserable. Any time I let her in, she would just drink more water and ask to go out again. She was not a happy camper and nor was I. I was having all sorts of visions that mainly involved images of our cat and the time he was purring happily on Herself’s lap before suddenly keeling over, dead.
She’s better this morning [Penny; not the cat; obviously]. That is to say she has improved a lot since yesterday though she’s still below par. She’s still not eating much but is more lively and taking an interest in her surroundings. I put down one of her favorite dinners and she ate some but left most.
It looks like another trip to the vet might be in the cards?
I’ll see how she is tomorrow.
Well at least you were spared stepping in it barefoot. That will wake a fella right up. Don’t pay any attention to the spots that are now cleaner. After a few more of these mornings it will just look like a part of the pattern.
I’m not wprried about them. With a few days wear and tear they’ll soon blend in.
Get well soon Penny. Much love from Erik the Cockerpoo.
Aw, thanks Erik! Love to you too [from Penny]
No dogs in this household–we couldn’t possibly keep up with one but…
…we have four indoor type cats. This means when getting up and heading to the bathroom in the wee hours of the morning there’s a fair chance in stepping barefooted into a cold pile of puke. And they always seem to know right where to leave these piles of nasty to maximize that chance.
Hope Penny is okay.
Penny is slowly on the mend. She’s still not 100% and is still very quiet but she has lost that “really ill” look.
There is nothing worse than a squishy turd between the toes [says he from experience]…
My wife told me that when cats are feeling ill or afraid they will purr to comfort themselves. Your wife may have been unknowingly comforting the cat as it was going.
I shall pass that on to Herself. That will be a bit of comfort for her. She still misses him but for various reasons has decided not to get a replacement.
It was a strange departure. He was lying across her legs and purring gently and also “kneading” so was obviously happy. Then he suddenly opened his eyes, made a strange squawk and slumped. I don’t know how I knew, but I did know immediately that he was gone. Presumably it was his heart, but whatever it was – it was very sudden and fast.
At 6.30 yesterday, I was just driving off the ferry at Dublin port, having travelled from Holyhead. Had Penny been with me, her retching might have had a simple explanation. I hope she soon recovers her appetite for chicken
Oh, how well I know the heart-wrenching worries about a beloved dog … sending good thoughts to you and Penny …