Colorful farts

Well, now, this has been a moving experience at my home! (pun intended)

I stayed up until 3 am with the poopers, who are so aptly nicknamed. Molly spent the last few hours of that time with her little shiny hiney, as Deb called it, pressed against my leg on the sofa as I tried to discreetly shove an absorbable, washable doggy blanket between us.

Nothing happened. It was fairly uneventful here after around midnight. I read for a few hours, and since Molly had no further pressing issues, I decided to put a doggy blanket on her side of the bed over the sheet. They rarely move much at night - I get the middle of the bed, Molly is on my right, Baby on my left. The plan was made and I was very tired. Even so, I expected to be dragged outside at least once during the night.

Around 10 am I finally dragged us all out of bed. I had been on the edge of sleep for a few hours, but everyone was sleeping so peacefully that I didn't want to look for trouble. Slowly, I peeled back my covers. Molly's side was clean. YAY!!!!

Baby's side, however, had some yellow stains on it. Yellow? Maybe extra refined mixture of oil and bodily waste? On my Pratesi sheets! I admit I got them on sale, but they were in the 4-digit range to begin with. I love my supima cotton sheets. I have been looking forward to growing (more) old with them and my Frette sheets. Fine cotton polishes as it is used, and the sheets get like silk. I do not like to give up good sheets, not until they are beyond use. That normally takes around 10+ years, and these are less than 2 years old, and aren't even really soft enough yet. I like good sheets, but I love old good sheets.

The sheets and the spread are in the washing machine. I am hoping for the best. It wouldn't exactly be the first stain ever, but I prefer to keep them looking pristine.

Molly and Baby were acting like little toddlers when I wiped their bums off with doggy wipes after our first trip outside this morning. I hope to be able to drag them into the shower. Normally I just wipe them down since it's hard to shower with two beagles who very much do not like to be in water. Molly's illness means I have to try to avoid stressing her. Showers are stressful. I may just have to increase her prednisone and give myself a little glass of Bailey's. Maybe Baby can lick the bottom of my glass. I have to shower them together or they freak out about being separated.

They are currently sleeping peacefully in one small patch of sunlight on the living room floor, between the fireplace, TV to be donated, boxes left over from the ceiling fans, and my exercise ball.

Molly hasn't produced any more colorful, oily farts.

A warning: I did some reading last night on baby/mineral oil. It is something to be kept far away from the reach of any pets. It is a very light oil, and if the pet throws up, some of the oil can aspirate into the lungs, causing pneumonia or worse. Luckily for Molly, she has a digestive tract reminiscent of a cast iron system. I saw no indications of her having horked. She seems to be breathing normally, but as usual, I will be watching them both like a hawk.

Please move any bottles of baby or mineral oil to locations your pets cannot reach them. I don't even know where this bottle was, but I do not ever leave anything I think might be tempting where I think they can reach it. My girls, however, can be very cat-like when it comes to getting to something they think is intriguing.

Meanwhile, I will be laundering many items and trying to get drops of oil off ceramic tiles. And carpeting. And throw rugs. And carpeting. And sheets. And a bedspread. And my clothing.

Let's not forget the dogs! There is nothing like the fresh aroma of wet dog.

 

 

 

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