But nothing compares to what happened the other day. Now that I am pretty much home all day with Elsa, the dogs have turned into total slugs. Jason lets them out in the morning, but Levi doesn't even leave the porch. Following breakfast, they run back upstairs and into bed. In bed they stay all morning, snoozing away. I walked into the bedroom the other morning and was hit in the face with that familiar smell of Neptune's ass juice. Great. I inspected under his butt and found a freaking puddle of the stuff on our bed. GROSS!!! I immediately stripped the duvet cover off the duvet and threw it in the wash. This incident combined with Lola's nonstop screaming was just the push I needed to leave the house.
When I told Jason about the incident that evening, we went up to inspect. Not only had the juices soaked through the sheet we keep on top of the bed to protect our nice (ha) bedding, it had soaked through the duvet cover, the duvet, the blanket, the top sheet, the fitted sheet, the mattress pad, the cover we put on the mattress to keep the dust mites out (or in?), and into the mattress. That is some potent shit. Jason febreezed the hell out of the mattress. The worst part was that I has just done about eight million loads of laundry just days before when we swapped out the summer bedding for the winter bedding. And tell me what is more tedious than stuffing a duvet into its cover? And for the record, it took THREE washes to get the smell out of the duvet. I can only hope that Neptune's anal glads are drained for the time being and that the next time they let loose, he is not on our bed. Or on any of our furniture. I just love snuggling with the little guy so much, I don't have the heart to kick him out. How can anyone possibly resist these faces?