Because let me learn you something. You see pets are similar to kids. Actually they are kids, just with fur. They can't tell you whats wrong and then they vomit in your lap. And you can't do anything to comfort them, just clean up...take them to the vet if necessary and hope they get better.
We had another "Oh my God what is that?!?!!?" starting at 5AM yesterday and it got more and more insane from that point forward. We were awakened by convict getting sick (dogs vomit, not concerning)...and Speedy promptly trying to help him clean it, "Ahhhhh *gag* stop stop stop stop stop!!!!". Then maybe two hours later both yacked up "stuff" in the yard. Eventually both were fine, they ate breakfast, still seemed fine. We left.
We returned (gone maybe 4 hours). I opened the side door, turned around and looked at the hubs and said "something...um, something is wrong...it smells REALLY bad in here". We walked into the living area trying to breathe as shallow as possible...only to find Convict...still in his kennel...no pan...in the foyer (which is at least 20 feet out of the office and around a corner)...surrounded by $hit & vomit. "If I wasn't so grossed out, I'd be impressed". We let him out, only to realize he had somehow MANGLED the door to the kennel, WTF?!? He bent the wires!!!!
As we set to the task of cleaning the 2nd $hitstorm of 2015 we marveled at how he did what he did. There were minimal marks on the walls, he had almost no excrement on him, and aside from being grossed out seemed fine. As the night progressed we realized he was not fine and we took him to the vet. An emergency vet visit and a bunch of fluids later and he looked like he was gonna be okay but we weren't getting to bed before midnight.
Fast forward to 3AM, I slowly woke up from the strangest dream. I was stuck in a maze and if I took a wrong turn it got stinky, but if I took a correct turn it smelled better. The further I got into the maze the less not stinky it got. I opened my eyes and gagged! I don't have a bad gag reflex but this was PUTRID. I saw speedy attacking his butt, some string or something was poking out. He was having an issue...I got up to turn on the light and slipped, "OMG ahhhhhhhhh". He had explosive...you know...and it was everywhere. We got a towel and helped him...then set to the task of cleaning and mopping the floor...did I mention it was 3AM?!!??! Then convict threw up water and I realized we forgot to pick up the dishes and he wasn't supposed to have ANYTHING till morning, "well $hit!". From then on, every 30 minutes or so one of them woke us up. At 6AM the rest of whatever was in Speedy's @$$ came out and he promptly ran around the house excited and barking...clearly he was going to be A-OK *fingers crossed*.
It is now 10AM, I am running on maybe 2 hours of sleep, MAYBE. Speedy still good...Convict not feeling well at all. He's old...we are worried.
Moral of the story, just like kids, Dogs will put ANYTHING in their mouths, REGARDLESS of age. I watch them very closely but even my watchful eye missed something. It is clear to me they got into SOMETHING! We just can't figure out what (hopefully one of our @$$hole neighbors didn't do anything stupid). Second moral of the story, I am their momma. So I am home with them because 1) I work for an amazing company that lets me work from home and 2) I couldn't leave them...they seemed so sad!
So now I am sitting here working...watching...comforting as much as I can....while the rancid smell burned into my nostrils makes me nauseous. Seriously, we scrubbed every inch of floor and lower walls in our house and it still smells like a Pot-O-Gold up in this b**ch! So don't tell me I don't understand because I don't have kids! I understand...it sucks...you feel helpless and guilty and hurt for them. If I feel like this with my pups, me+sick child could be interesting.
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