Our visit to Baltimore was extremely brief. We only had time to sweep by and visit my friend Julie. Both her daughters were there as well which was a treat because usually I only see one or the other because they actually have social lives, unlike Konrad and I! Now remember, we had both dogs with us for the visit and yes, we have another dog turd story. So, if you are squeemish about doggie doo or just don't care to hear about our Turd Tour as we're now thinking of renaming this mess, please skip to Paragraph 3!
P2 Okay, so picture two families sitting together nicely around the living room talking as much as we can squeeze into an hour since Konrad and I would soon have to hit the road. I think I failed to mention in the first paragraph that Julie has a large shepard mix dog named Bailey as well as 3 cats I believe. Anyone who has ever met our dog Rosie knows that she doesn't like other dogs - especially large females. So, poor Bailey was locked in the basement and she and Rosie has to discuss their hatred for one another through the crack under the basement door. Rudi decided to take refuge on my lap - probably because it was the biggest in the room - especially considering the LIES that broken SCALE in the doctor's office on the 27th told me!!!! Anyway, I digress. So, back to the poop story. No one saw Rosie slink over to the basement door but we sure knew she was there when both of the girl dogs started barking at one another vehemently. So vehemently that Rudi shot off my lap like a rocket and hit the floor with a thud. Around the couch he went circling with his tail down and his eyes wild - not knowing whether to come back to me or have a heart attack right on the spot. He chose my lap quickly when I called to him. Everything settled down and we sat talking a little more. But, this time I kept getting a brief whiff of doggie doo. Where was it coming from I asked? Nobody knew and nobody else was smelling it. So, of course I lifted Rudi's butt to my face and smelled and it didn't smell like poo at all. Just dog. The dog poo odor kept coming up but still nobody else smelled it. I finally offered to check behind the couch and as I stepped onto the WHITE carpet to have a look-see, I drew back a step only to gaze down in horror at the shoe shaped poop stain I had just imprinted into the plush carpet. OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! Apparantly, when Rudi bolted from my lap, the bowel movement he had been squeezing in for 300 miles shot right out of him like a poop rocket and onto the floor. I hadn't seen it but of course, I did step in it. A nice big load of it. Now of course we have both heard of people saying, "wow, I almost pooped my pants" but this was the real deal folks. Rudi literally pooped himself when the dogs were having a fit with one another. So, imagine how embarrassed we were when we had to ask our dear friend Julie to drag out the shampoo machine so we could clean her carpets before we left. Thankfully, Julie is an animal lover like us and has probably cleaned more puke and poop from carpets than we have :-) Thanks Jules! We love you! We understand if you'll never speak to us again ;-)
So, after an hour visit, off we were to the great land of Virginia.
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