Tuesday, December 2, 2008
The Dog Lover (aka. The Roomba! sh!t my floor!)
I hoped to make a, well, more positive introduction for my dogs but the occasion is ripe, so here goes! My boyfriend and I adopted 3 rescue dogs, and they're totally adored by us (most of the time). But since the new dog, Abby, was adopted last month, they've decided they're no longer consistently housebroken. Lovely, eh? So today, I had the mostly awesome privilege of coming home from work to Beagle poop in a most new and unexpected situation. This wouldn't be the first time our Beagle, Ruby, pooped in the house, but it's a rare thing. (She likes to slink off into a corner in stealth mode to tinkle whenever she finds an opportunity though). She drops her typical Tootsie Roll stools in the backyard like a good pooch usuall but today was special. Not only was it indoors, it wasn't her typical firm little candy-like dingle berries, it was mushy and BIG...which is relevant for this story. So, I have a German Shepherd too, Abby, and Ruby can't hold a candle to the small horse size dung dropped by Abby. So what do I have to complain about? Well a few weeks ago, we purchased this nifty thing called a Roomba!, a robot vacuum. I programmed it to vacuum the house daily while we're away at work. Starting to get the idea? Yes, the dog pooped first, and then the robot started on it's daily quest, but this time, instead of cleaning my tile floor, it pushed... pulled... smeared and otherwise evenly dispersed Ruby's mushy poop all over the living room tile floor. I knew at the time I would eventually find the humor in this...but just not at that particular moment. After about an hour scrubbing the floor, it seems a bit less catastrophic here in the Menagerie Mind. After dinner, I tackle cleaning the Roomba! Lucky me. Oh, the joys of pet ownership!