About 5:20 this morning I woke up for whatever reason and the first thing that hit me was the distinct smell of shit.
I opened my eyes and sniffed again.
Oh yeah, that’s shit all right.
I peered over the side of the bed and saw Molly laying there, sacked out next to the bed as usual. Apparently the guilt over causing such a heinous odor was not keeping her awake. I knew it was Molly before I got out of bed, put my robe on and walked into the living room to see the huge pile of crap she had deposited on the carpet. This was not any crap, mind you. It was the wettest, most foul smelling pile I have ever had the displeasure of cleaning up at 5:30 in the morning.
Of course Nathan had to share in the displeasure. He got out of bed and retrieved our steam cleaner, which thank God we have or else I would have spent the rest of the morning alternating between wanting to puke and wanting to kill my dog as I tried to scrub the carpet clean.
So our morning was effectively ruined since we couldn’t really get back to sleep after cleaning up the mess. Instead we lay in bed and talked about what the hell Molly’s problem is and how she’s going to deal with a house guest all next week. Ryan and Marla are leaving town and we’re watching their dog Riley. Nathan’s working from home all week in an effort to minimize Molly’s trauma and the damage to our new furniture. Riley would have no qualms about settling in our nice, new blue couches.
And I really think that’s Molly’s problem right now. The furniture. We took her couches away, the couches that reeked of her scent, and replaced them with new ones that smell nothing like her and that she’s not allowed to enjoy. She’s no longer allowed on the bed because she destroyed two flat sheets this past week and we’re putting her in a cage whenever we go out now.
I try to keep all this in mind while hoping these behavior issues will pass, but when you wake up before 5:30 in the morning and smell shit, the first thing you think is, “I hate that dog.”
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Oh man, I know what you’re going through. The new puppy is shitting huge piles of stuff that can only be described as the worst smelling soft-serve ice cream in the world!
But now for my “professional” advice (as I worked in the veterinary field for more years than I care to count). Have you had Molly checked out by a vet? I’m sure that this is all due to the change in her life, but if that’s the case, then you could get some anti-anxiety drugs for her until she calms down. I know it sounds funny, but we prescribed it for similar situations all the time: a move, a new baby, a houseguest, etc. Just a thought! Good luck!
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