I smell like poop

So, we got a puppy. He is technically a yorkie poo. His dad is half yorkie/ half poodle and his mom is full blooded yorkie. He is 9 weeks old and cute as a button. We went to pick him up on a Tuesday evening after Cody got off of work. We drove down to Smyrna, and met the lady selling him. I really don’t think we could’ve bought from better people. She was just so incredibly nice, and her family was too. Well, we are trying to house break and crate train him. He has been doing a great job with the house breaking, of course we have our mistakes here and there, but other than that I thought he was doing really well, until yesterday that is.

It started off as any other day. Cody got up at 6:15 am. I put on a jacket and took Emmett out to use the bathroom. He did both of his businesses. I came in and let him run around the bedroom. When Cody left for work I started folding clothes, Emmett took a puppy nap. When he woke up, he walked right over to his blue blanket and peed on it. (Mind you this was on the bed). Of course I said “No” and picked him up and took him out immediately. He did both of his businesses once again. So, I’m thinking, we’re good for at least an hour. I walked in the kitchen and started washing dishes, Emmett had disappeared. I walked into the back bedroom and he pooped again! This wasn’t even fifteen minutes after the last one. I started investigating and found older poop in the front bedroom… when was he doing all of this? I went upstairs to put up the folded clothes and he walked into the closet and peed on my good t-shirts! What did I do to tick him off? I would understand this if I didn’t take him out every hour, or if he ate all day. But he eats when I give him food, then the food bowl goes up. Needless to say, I was a little frustrated.

I went to get groceries at Wal-Mart and put him in his crate. He got so upset while I was gone, he threw his food up. He whined for about ten minutes after I took him back out. I felt sorry for the little fella. I babied him and let him go out and use the bathroom again. I came in and went on the back porch to paint our doors. Cody came home from work and decided to take our old dishwasher out and put our new one in. I told him to holler if he needed me while I finished the doors. Starting on my last one he says, “Honey, do you mind coming here for a minute?” I answer, “Sure, be right there.” I intended to finish the little square I was working on when he says “Like now! Before I throw up!” I guess I didn’t have time to process what was happening and I went into worried mode. Before I made it through the dining room he tells me I might want to plug my nose. So I did. I walk into the kitchen and he is holding the now disconnected drain pipe, with water all around him. His eyes are watery and his face is pink. He says “Will you please hold this for a second” as he hands me the pipe. I agree, still not understanding what is so bad, because my nose is plugged. Poor guy, about a second later his eyes are full of tears and his face is blood red and he is gagging. Trying to be mommy, I pat his shoulder and tell him to get up and get some fresh air. He walks out and comes back in and gags some more. “That is so foul!” he says. At this point I am dying laughing! I’m not sure why, but people gagging over smelly things cracks me up! There is a movie Ghost Town, the main character gags at the smell of dog’s breath and then the leading female sprays air freshener and he gags some more. I laugh til I cry. So needless to say, this moment in time reminded me of that. I went upstairs to get old towels to clean up the smelly water, and let go of my nose. Shew! It smelled like Emmett’s poop, but in the whole house. We got a bucket and drained the remaining water. You see, no one has lived in this house for over a year, and that water was left in there from the last time someone used that dishwasher. It was nothing short of gross. We opened the kitchen window and turned on a fan to blow the nastiness out. I went outside to get the paint brush to wash it out. I was not informed that I could not use that side of the sink. I turn the water on, and let it run. It was about a minute when we realized what was happening. Water had covered the bottom of the cabinet. I went back upstairs to get more towels.

We decided we should try and cook supper anyway. Cody’s mom had bought us cookware for a wedding gift, and the directions say to heat the pan and then do a butter test before cooking. So I did. I put the butter in and it went berserk. And then smoke went everywhere. Good thing the window was open and the fan was going. But our whole kitchen was full of smoke. While I started dinner he proceeded with hooking up the new dishwasher, only to find not all of the parts are included. So he went to Lowe’s while I cooked. When he got back, we sat and ate. It wasn’t pleasant because we smelled like poop. When we finished we headed back to the kitchen to finish installing the dishwasher. We get everything hooked up and Cody does a trial run. Water backs up into our sink! Not just any water, but nasty food particle water. I could not bare to look in there, but I was told it looked like chunks of fish. Our garbage disposal in broken and backed up, so the water coming out of the dishwasher cannot drain. The grossness ensued until the water drained back out of the sink. So now we have to buy a new one of those also. We unhooked the drain pipe and let the water drain from the dishwasher into a bucket. We decided to throw in the towel and call it a night. We showered up and headed to bed, hoping for a better day.