Out Damn Spot!

(with apologies to Lady MacBeth).

Or should I say, Out Damn Spirit. Yes, our house is haunted, by a Spirit. And no I am not going to get all spiritual and say we are haunted by the Holy Spirit, which I wouldn't exactly consider haunting anyway. What is haunting is the Spirit which haunts our home, none other than our stinky poodle. Stinky because she has not had a bath since 2 nights before my December 15th post on the blog. And right now I don't feel like doing anything about it.

You see, she has taken to peeing and pooping on the rug at any possible occasion. Put her outside, even in nice weather, which is what I would call +9C and sunny in January, and she won't do anything significant until she comes inside. Then off she goes for a little carpet time. Thank God for Bissel machines and Nature's Miracle, but I have already used up a bottle since moving here and it does get a little tedious. It really took off after that dose of charcoal from the expensive visit to the vet. I still have charcoal stains on the back steps.

While I am on the subject, to all you vets out there who want to charge $80 for a dose of activated charcoal, tell your patients to go to the local hardware store, buy a lifetime's supply of it for $5.00 (BBQ charcoal), crush up 1/2 cup of it, mix it with hamburger and voila, instant poison antidote. Saves you time and them money.

I am not sure what to do with her - Perhaps she has a shy bladder and so won't go on the small strip of grass we have out there.

I just discovered that Dr. Phil knows how to fix this problem. Apparently Dr Phil knows everything there is to know about dogs and has suggested we go for therapy. I told him we had activated charcoal and that's good enough for us thank you very much, and that perhaps he should take some too. I hold Oprah personally responsible for unleashing him upon the world.

In the meantime, every day is cleanup day! Out damn spot!