Yesterday I spend a significant amount of time looking at local classifieds for a pug puppy to bring home.
And then I came home to Daisy eating her own shit in the backyard.
After a considerable amount of dry heaving and a few tears later, I took her into the house to clean her up. I put her in the tub and brushed the shit out of her teeth. Literally. I was still worried about her catching pink eye, athrax, cyptosporidioosis, anthrax, hantavirus and every other communicable disease imaginable, so I decided to use something that would kill bacteria.
Enter half a bottle of Lysol Disinfecting Wipes.
Enter a semi-reportable case of animal cruelty.
Poor, poor Daisy. SHIT EATING DAISY.
Afterward I felt guilty that I pretty much put bleach in her mouth so I gave her a treat and poured myself a glass of wine. Which I promptly set down in order to put the cleaning supplies away. In my STILL panicked state I accidentally set the glass where Daisy could reach it.
Um, yeah. I think I have a wino pug. I also think it’s safe to say we both deserved the wine buzz we got last night.