Imagine, if you will. Waking up on your birthday to the rather rank smell of dog feces and vomit...in your new house, on your suede couch and again, on your BIRTHDAY! Well, that is exactly what happened to Bryan this morning!! Happy Birthday from Mr. Calvin the dog, who apparently had a little too much peanut butter yesterday!
Nasty is all i have to say. The smell wont leave and we had to get a professional cleaning service to take our couch cushions to get them cleaned and de-rankified! Is that a word? Poor Calvin. Sick all through the night and we had no clue! That is what you get when you live on three levels.
We are still in the process of moving into our new home. I will blog about this to come...but today we must celebrate, its Bryan's 25th Birthday! And if it had not been for his incredible sense of smell his first birthday "present" would not have been the one he received. His nose never sleeps. I guess this is just one more way we are being prepared for parenthood!
Off to PF Changs for a tasty dinner, ice cream cake to follow!
super gross, know how that goes though - Shana
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