Yes, that’s a gross title, but it’s nothing compared to what I actually went through last night and this morning.
So, it got down to 6 degrees last night. I knew I couldn’t leave my dogs out all night. So we brought my old dog into the living room, and I made him a pallet on the floor. My young dog had to stay in the laundry room because he will rip apart anything he can get his teeth into. He still thinks he’s a puppy, although he’s about three. I figured I would have to deal with him whining and scratching at the door all night. I didn’t hear a peep out of the sweet guy.
But my almost 15-year-old dog. *sigh* I figured he would settle down and sleep all night. He used to when we brought him in. Not so! I was sleeping on the couch because I’ve been sick, and I also didn’t want to leave my dog alone in the living room. I heard the click, click, click of his claws on the hardwood floor ALL NIGHT. He paced for hours. If I got any sleep at all, it might have been a total of an hour while drifting off for five minutes at a time. Click, click. Then he would come up to me and push me with his nose. I told him he had my permission to pee in the floor and I would clean it up. But even if he could understand me, he’s stone deaf anyway. Click, click. About 1:30 AM, I heard this awful gagging noise. I turned on the light to witness him losing all his dog food in one puddle, then walking around making MORE puddles of vomit on the floor. So I grabbed paper towels and a garbage bag and cleaned it up, gagging the whole time. I almost had to clean up after ME. After spraying with Lysol, I lay back on the couch. Click, click. All night. Between 5:30 and 6:00, I glanced over at the front door where the porch light was shining through, revealing a big pile of poop. Here I go again, cleaning up and gagging. More Lysol. Click, click. I finally got up and went into the bathroom that’s attached to my bedroom. Just a little relief from my pacing dog. (I knew if I let him out, he wouldn’t come back in.) It was really time to get up anyway. I went ahead and took my shower. I came back out. No clicking. He was actually lying down! Now that I wasn’t trying to sleep. And he was looking kind of guilty. And there was the reason. Several little piles of poop. More cleaning, more gagging, more Lysol. I don’t know when I’ve had a worst night. Funny, though…he never did pee in the floor.
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I have had many nights like this, with the kids. I feel your pain. 🙂
My kids are grown, so I figured I was over all that. Apparently not. You must let your kids grow their toenails long if they clicked on the floor all night. Bwa ha ha! Oh…you meant the vomit and poop. *giggle*
What a bad night!
Yeah, I need to think of other arrangements for my dog next time. Hubby said I should have left him in the laundry room with my younger dog so I could have gotten some sleep. But they probably would have fought (maybe not), plus, if he had done all that gross stuff in that tiny room, both dogs would have been rolling in it. *shudders*
We had a large dog who was about 1 yr old when we put in the bathroom the first night it was so cold. He got hot and scratched up the bathroom door!
Hope you find a solution for these cold nights!
Oh my, I bet you were very unhappy. I can remember when this dog was young, he destroyed two sets of patio furniture cushions. LOL
Oh, no. I’d have put him back outside for the night after the first incident. You’re a better person than me.
But it was 6 degrees with a wind chill of -4. I was afraid the dogs would die of exposure. 😦 He does have a bed in the garage with cedar shavings, and the younger one has a dog house with the same thing. But that was just too cold, I’m afraid.
I’m thinking 6 degrees Celsius. I take it for granted that it rarely gets too cold/freezing here. We have pretty mild weather most of the time.
Your dogs are lucky to have you!
Definitely Fahrenheit. LOL. It doesn’t usually get THAT cold here in Tennessee. Yeah, I’m just a softy. 🙂
Oh no! That totally sucks. 😦 I hope you have a much better night tonight.
It was pretty bad. It didn’t help that I’m still sick and needed my sleep. But I tried to find the humor in it. I had to try hard. LOL
Poor Dog! Poor You! I have an elderly cat (17 years old) who sometimes has stomach issues. Been there, done that, and have the empty can of Lysol. I applaud you for taking good care of your pets. It breaks my heart to think of those left outside in horrible weather. I’m glad you provided warm shelter for your pets, even if it was unpleasant for you. You are a good pet Mama!
I love my dogs. I love my cats even more. Well, in a different way. They don’t mind having the old dog in the house with them. But if my young dog had been in there instead of in the laundry room, the cats would have hidden immediately! They are terrified of him.
You know, I’ve heard it’s really unusual for an outside dog to live as long as 15. Inside dogs tend to live longer, I think. My poor old fellow is deaf and has arthritis. He acts kind of weird, too. But he seems relatively happy, and I love him. 🙂