Rocky got home before me yesterday and somebody called but he didn't answer, so the answering machine came on. He said when Carly heard my voice on it she ran to it and started whimpering. It's nice to be loved so much.
Last night I asked Rocky to feed Carly since I was studying so he fixed her food with warm water and a raw egg because that's supposed to be good for her coat. Well, at 5:00 am I was awaken by the most horrible stench, doggie diarrhea. (Carly is potty trained, but usually doesn't go out at night and hasn't figured out how to tell us when we can't see her go to the door.) I have to say that I'm seriously considering sending Proctor and Gamble a thank you card for producing Febreze. I don't care if it is toxic or punches holes in the ozone, it pert near saved my life at 5:00 this morning. That was one of the worst jobs I've ever had, but a roll of paper towels, half a bottle of Febreze, and one Kleenex stuffed up my nose later, I'm still here to tell about it and you can actually breath in our house again. It was also garbage day today and the cans were out at the street; I managed to make it out there and back in my robe and slippers before any cars drove by. The only good thing about it happening at 5:00 am.
Carly doesn't seemed to be at all fazed by the ordeal. She thought it was great that I would get out of bed so early to play with her. Her system isn't quite back to normal, but it hasn't slowed her down at all. I think she will be sleeping in her crate tonight since she does howl from in there when she needs to go out.
