My bf tracked dog poop into the house on his shoe this morning. I didn't discover this (nor did he) until after he'd left for town. In fact I wasn't the one to first discover it. Tyrek was. He walked over to the couch where his sister and I were sitting. He was holding a leaf and about to eat it (he does this a lot). I noticed that the leaf looked muddy. Then I thought, wait a minute, we don't have any mud in our yard. What's on that leaf and all over his hands? I inhaled deeply and sure enough, it was dog poop. I quickly grabbed Ty and realized that not only was it smeared all over his hands but he had a big clump of it stuck to the bottom of his foot as well. Mushed all between his fingers and toes. Thank goodness he hadn't shoved his hands or the leaf in his mouth before he wandered over to the couch!
So I just spent the last 45 minutes giving him a bath, vacuuming and shampooing the living room carpet (can't see smeared in poop on my multicolored carpet so I had to shampoo a huge area), and scrubbing the kitchen floor on my hands and very sore knees because we were out of Swiffer wipes. My body is really going to pay for this. My back and knees were already killing me when I woke up this morning. I imagine tomorrow morning I'm going to have some serious trouble getting up and moving about.
But, when theres something that needs to be done and you're the only one home at the time to do it... thats just what you do.
PS, I love Lady Gaga :*