My morning shower was considerably shorter than normal today due to a lack of hot water and an excess of extremely cold water. I rapidly washed my hair, and performed an abridged version of my usual full body scrubbing, just making sure some soap got everywhere. I eagerly jumped out began vigorously drying off, noticing that the cold water was causing my blood to rush to my skin creating a rather warm and pleasant feeling. Nonetheless I desired the additional warmth of some clothing and hurried into my room to get dressed. Upon leaving the soapy aroma of the bathroom and entering my room however I noticed a subtle, but still unpleasant scent in the air that I certainly hadn't noticed earlier.
"Wow, I must not have cleaned myself thoroughly enough," I thought, fearing I would have to return to the icy rain to do a better job. "Probably nothing some deodorant cant fix," I reasoned thinking that if the smell persisted I would just go take another shower. As I finished getting dressed and applying my deodorant I noticed that the smell had not been masked by clothing or the antiperspirant and had actually grown stronger. It occurred to me that something else in my room may be the source of the rapidly worsening stench. Taking another whiff fear struck me. "Oh, no," I said aloud slowing turning around and scanning the floor on my room, but, oh yes, there it was in a nice pile on my bike shorts: Puppy Poop.
My brother, Ben, and his girlfriend recently brought home a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel puppy, now known as Boone, who will be staying with our family for the summer. As ill advised as it may or may not be for a collegiate sophomore couple of less than two years to be buying a puppy together I really wasn't complaining; he's possibly the cutest thing I've ever seen and as far as I was concerned I got to enjoy all the benefits of having a new puppy without worrying about all the responsibilities i.e. taking him to the vet, buying medicine, letting him out every hour, and most importantly cleaning up the inevitable house poops.
Inevitable is really the wrong word though.. constant, is probably a better choice. As it stands I have just graduated college and while on the job hunt spend most of my days at home, my parents go to work, and Ben works part time at the family aquarium store. So its pretty much just me and the dogs at home all day. Now even though Boone isn't my dog, I'm happy to help out during the day while everyone else is out, which basically just means letting him out every now and then, and because of my hatred for handling feces in anyway shape or form I do this quite often. I watch for anywhere from 15-20 minutes at a time while Boone explores the front yard, I take him on walks around the neighborhood, and then I take him out again. Yes, I think it is safe to say he has opportunities galore to do his business.
There I am however, doubting my showering skills staring at a nice brown lump of Boone poop on my clothes. What is most unusual about this behavior though is that he he goes out of his way to hide his droppings in remote locations of the house. I think my room counts as remote in his mind because he just learned to walk up the stairs. In any case he clearly understands that this practice is wrong, but never takes advantage of his plentiful opportunities to take his business elsewhere.
So at least once a day I am left with the ultimate question: Wait for Ben to return home and let him take care of his puppies poop and suffer the house-filling stench of poo all day? Or deal with the situation myself? All I can say is that the smell is simply unbearable, so yea situation after situation is dealt with. Bleh.
See more of the joys of having a new puppy here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNf6wytEwe4
