Originally posted by: Hoober
Originally posted by: 66FMC
Oxyclean, put it to the test!
Damn commercials have been advertising to take out red wine for years.
That stuff works pretty well on dog puke.
True story, my wife then girlfriend said she knew i was the one when we first started living together, I cleaned up what must have been a half gallon of dog puke before she got home from work. The dog had gotten into a christmas present that was a box of chocolates and ate the whole thing. I came home at 5 and saw this huge pile of puke on the carpet at the top of the stairs. And it stunk too like human vomit. The poor dog had a pitiful look on his face and had actually made it to the garage and had thrown up a little bit more...he is trained to use the garage as we are gone 8 hrs and never has accidents. He just couldnt make it down there for that first big upchuck, poor fella. So my first though was to walk right back out the door and jet over to the pub for a pint or two, knowing that my then gf would be home at 6 and would take care of things. But something stopped me. I don't know if was the pitiful look of remorse the dog gave me or what but I thought to myself, I'm going to clean this up. Now I hadn't even started picking up his crap in the backyard at this point, so i was sailing into uncharted territory. Now i admit that I didnt launch right into the operation. I first grabbed a beer out of the fridge. Then I did a shot, figuring I would need it for this colorful task. I mean you could still feel the warmth if you put your hands close to this pile of bile. I admit i was reeeally hoping Kay would be pulling into the driveway, as i slowly changed out of my white collor clothes and pulled on some sweats and and old T-shirt. Then it dawned on me. Kay is a nurse, she should have some sort of germ mas around, i should look for it. By this time the dog has figured out I'm not going to yell at him or what not, and he seemed to be doing fine, I figured since I could still make out some of the chocolate floral desings in the regurgitated present of joy it wasnt in his system that long. In fact he was ready to go out and hunt rabbits by the looks of it. Anyway a reassurance call to the vet could wait for now, the task at hand awaited. Bingo, I found a little surgical/germ mask in the laundry room that looked like it would suit my needs, along with a pair of work gloves. I realized I hadn't got the mail yet so I strolled down to get that out of the way. There was a new crutchfield, and I was in the market for a new subwoofer. 10 more minutes passed, no K. So, looking like a SARS-concscious citizen, I grabbed a bucket and hot water and paper towels and a dust pan cause there was about 2 pounds laying there, made one last check of the clock, it was 6:20 she was running late, and cleaned that dog puke up and sailed into the heart of my now wife. Of couse she pulled in at 630 and I was almost done but it was worth it.
She almost had a heart attack due to the shock of my actions, all part of the plan. TOur dog Rowan was fine and he doenst like to discuss that day but he and I bonded tight and are inseperable now. K and I got married a year later and Saturday celebrate our one year anniversary.
Anyway that is MY puke story