Fortunately, Mom had seen such things more than once before. She laughed and pulled out a Bissell Spotlifter. This is an amazing machine.
First, of course, we had to blot up the pint of urine now sitting on the white rug. Then Mom squirted some sort of pet odor and stain removal formula onto the fiber, and vacuumed it all up. You'd never know anything had happened.
But Miss Behavior wasn't finished. We fed her dinner, a concoction inspired by Mara's meatloaf. Daisy ate up with vigor, but as she chewed, she dribbled big chunks of rice and egg all about the freshly washed kitchen floor. I wiped up as best I could, while my mom told me that she had timed her last scrubbing. Only ten minutes!
After this display of good manners, Daisy settled in and we all relaxed.
Because of the allergy-inducing cat, we stayed at a bed and breakfast in town. Daisy thought
it was great -- it offered wonderful views out each window and she had the run of the place. True, the Bliss Bungalow is really quite nice. We liked the comfortable bed, restrained historic decor and warm feel of the shared kitchen and living areas.At Mom's we ate, drank, and talked up a storm. With Da
isy we had to be discrete. Mom lives in a townhouse complex that surrounds a lake frequented by migrating waterfowl. No dogs over one foot high allowed. We snuck Daisy in under her blanket and attempted to walk her out of view. But once again, Daisy would have none of it. She left clear evidence of her visit, rules be damned!
2 comments:
Oh dear. Food left on the floor is not a problem for us, no matter how messy the dinner offering.
This is because as soon as Lisa finishes her meal, she charges--growling and teeth bared--at Maggie, and pokes her in the flank, repeatedly, going "GRRR-GRRR-GRRR-GRRR."
Maggie ignores her for about a minute, keeping her face in her bowl. Then, with a mighty roar, she whirls around and makes like she's going to take off Lisa's ear.
Then Maggie dashes to Lisa's bowl, and finishes any atom of food left in or near it. Lisa does the same to Maggie's bowl. Floors, bowls, etc. come out spic and span, well, if you count dog drool as an appropriate cleaning fluid. Which I do, but there is vigorous debate on this.
The only time I have to clean up is when the "discussion" over who is to lick whose bowl first gets so heated that food ends up on the walls.
Then there were the few times, in the beginning, when Maggie did too good an impression of taking off someone's ear, and then I had to deal with a small amount of blood.
So, the solution is obvious. Daisy needs a dinner companion.
Now this sounds like hilarious evening entertainment... and every night to boot. Sorry about the bit of blood -- I guess Maggie got a little carried away, eh?
Hate to admit it, but we get food on the walls an awful lot of the time. It has something to do with rather large lips and a tendency to shake one's head.
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