I am traumatised....Yesterday and today, I spent most of the day cleaning up poo in various forms, encrusted onto various cherished objects and body parts...
On one of my long walks, many, many neighbours saw me trying to wipe my dogs backside (she had decided to roll around in her own poo before I realised what she was doing) with the wet wipes I carry around for my daughter and assumed that I am some sort of ridiculous Paris Hilton type with a "designer" dog who routinely wipes their dogs bum.
I had to tell the lonely old lady who lives on our street that she couldn't pet my dog but I just couldn't bring myself to tell her that it was because my dog's lower half was encrusted in dried poo....she walked away feeling sad and irrelevant...I wanted to shout after her, "it's not you, it's the dried poo." but was too knackered.
I had to bathe my dog half an hour before I had to leave for the school run to wash off said poo. It took 5 changes of water before I could no longer see bits of dissolved poo....then I had to bathe myself as I was covered in little bits of poo....then I had to deep clean and disinfect the entire bathroom...then cycle to do the school run with now pristine dog covered in L'Oreal Extraordinary Hair Oil in trailer attached to bike (heavy and tiring to cycle).
Yesterday, I had to clean off a massive poo from my daughter's school shoe even though I am utterly paranoid and diligent about checking for poos in the garden (imissed that one) and then digging them into a patch in the back. I then had to retrace her steps and clean and disinfect everything with poo on it. All our beautiful, chic, minimalist oak furniture.....the floors...some bits of the wall...and then disinfect her entire school uniform....then bathe her.
Sorry if this offends the dog nuts but if any kind soul had offered to take my puppy this afternoon, I probably would have agreed....