I have learned a very valuable lesson.
*gross content warning*
At 4AM this morning Bonnie was whimpering and whining in her crate. This is atypical for her & in my sleep hazed brain I didn't ask myself "why". I just let her out of the crate and we headed down stairs. She did her quick dash out into the back yard and reappeared at the door. I was happy it was so quick.
Bonnie dashed back up the stairs and we went back to her crate. But she didn't want to get in. She whimpered at me and I relented. Whoosh, up onto the bed she went.
Mind you...I didn't turn on the lights.
So we snuggle up and then an odor began to permeate my brain. The smell is emblazoned into my memory. I remembered that smell from many a child's leaky diaper. My blood froze...
I flipped on the light switch to see my beloved Bonnie squatting. As my eyes adjust, I see the trail of ....well.....you know ....liquid brown.... EVERYWHERE!
I shrieked "BONNIE NO!" She looked at me with the most pathetic, sad & guilty look, one only a dog can get as they are hovering their squirting butt over your luxurious down comforter. She felt horrible but was overwhelmed by her distressed derriere.
I wish I would have scooped her up and taken her down the stairs. Instead I watched in horror as she leaped off our bed, I followed her, listening to the damage squirt out her backside and ooze all over our bedroom carpet, down the stairs, through the living room, kitchen, dining room, finally the back yard. Where she sits still.
I have to have the comforter cleaned, my quilt, sheets, pillowcases are in the washer. One pillow will need to be thrown out. I spent the better part of an hour cleaning the carpet.
The smell is stuck in my nose, my house, our bedroom, our bed.
Never again will I let a whining, whimpering dog into our bed.
When surveying the damage John said "Look at it this way, at least the stuff that soaked through to the mattress is on my side of the bed". Then he left for work.
The poor poor man...he knows he is toast.
He is the one who fed Bonnie the left over pieces of chicken from the store bought rotisserie chicken. I think dribbling the fat from the bottom of the container over her food may have been a tad to much for her gastrointestinal system. He escaped at an appropriate time...
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