I rented a steam cleaner and cleaned all the carpets again. My back yard has been at least damp, often muddy, since back in November, maybe even October. The new grass, planted last summer, is quite dry now and not giving much cover, so the pups have been tracking in mud. It has not been badly noticeable, but I began to see paths of reddish brown on the light colored carpet. This afternoon or tomorrow morning, I will thoroughly clean the tile floors, as they need it as badly as the carpet. We will be sparkling clean again! Hurray, hurrah, huzzah!!!!
I'm a bit tired, but I have to say, it feels marvelous to have it all clean. There isn't much that makes me feel better than clean carpet, because it looks good, feels so much better, and the whole house smells fresh. I suspect that I will need to repeat the carpet cleaning about each 3 months. With 16 little feet going in and out (and in and out and in and out and in and out!), a lot of dirt is bound to come in on those tiny tootsies. It's worth the trouble to have the company of these precious pals with me. I know you're heard this before, but I can't imagine my life without these guys in it. Unthinkable.
Speaking of "unthinkable" .... a friend called me this morning, frantic. One of her dogs has been sick, seriously so, but she was doing better. She had some sort of infection, and a couple weeks ago spent about a week at the vet's clinic on IVs and getting other treatment. This morning, she was extremely sick, and when my friend called her vet, she was told that the vet "didn't have time" to see the dog! She wanted the name of my vet, but mine is at a conference this week. I suggested she call another friend who has a vet she likes. In less than an hour, perhaps less than 1/2 hour, I called to see if she got hold of another vet and see if I could help in any way. Her husband answered and I learned the dog died before they could get her anywhere.
Two things occur to me here. First, the dog probably wouldn't have lived anyway, given how quickly all this happened. But secondly, what the hell is wrong with the vet?? She knew how ill this baby was, and even if she (the dog) was going to die in the clinic this morning, it would have helped my friend to not feel deserted. I just don't understand how the vet could say "I don't have time." A third thought .... I'm so glad to have my vet. He is very compassionate and caring. I've not had good feedback on the vet my friend went to, and I know for sure I'm glad I started with the one I did.
OK, I need to dust and straighten all the things I've been moving around for two days, then I have to return the shampoo machine. No, wait, I have to return it first, 'cause my rental time is at 22 hours. Don't wanna pay another day because of dusting! Later, y'all!!!