Puppies make messes. Big puppies make big messes.
I’ve mentioned that Tobie seems to have come pre-housebroken, a happy surprise. Unfortunately when certain digestive upsets occur, training doesn’t always help. And especially in the middle of the night, if you see where I’m going with this. When you really gotta go, you really gotta go.
There’s a particularly evil pollen in the air, or maybe I’ve caught a cold. Either way, I spent yesterday in a chair whacked out on antihistamines trying to get my nose to stop streaming. Went to bed early but didn’t sleep especially well – and I woke up promptly at 2:30 when the pills wore off. This is how I know that the problem hadn’t happened yet then – but should have known that a big problem was brewing because Tobie tried to tell me. Unfortunately we’re not communicating well yet.
I went back to bed, and Tobie got barky. I assumed he was reacting to something outdoors, though it seemed strange that he hadn’t just gone straight back to sleep when I turned the lights off. Replaying the incident a few hours later, I figured he was trying to call my attention to an oncoming issue that we could have dealt with together at the time if I had only gotten the message.
Anyway – I rolled out at 5:30ish, my nose so screwed up I couldn’t have smelled a sewage treatment plant. That and my half-asleep state caused me to put a (booted, thankfully) foot right in one of the several gelatinous piles and track it all the hell over the place before I noticed what I was doing.
So instead of diving right into this morning’s intended project, (last night I got a PDF of the latest version of Ian’s New Book and it needs a quick turnaround,) I started out my day scrubbing extremely foul stuff out of my living room rug(s). And we’ve been out in the yard a few more times than normal this morning, since he’s still got the rumbly tummy. No idea what brought it about, but it’s not his fault.