There was a stain on the floor right in front of the big fluffy chair that I always sit in. No, I didn't make it. It was created by dog saliva. It was big and ugly and it went away when I laid the new floor a couple of months ago. Okay, so it might have had a little bit to do with me and my habits. Every time I would have a snack while watching television, the big dog would station himself directly in front and a bit to the right of me as I sat in the BFC. With each movement of my hand to my mouth his big blubbery lips would secrete a bit of dog drool. By the time I was done snacking his mouth was in full waterfall mode.
If you decide to live with an animal one of the things you must accept is that they will make a mess, they will ruin something you think you loved. Early yesterday afternoon I was taking my daily siesta, I had barely closed my eyes when I heard the screech of Mark. "Waaa... she's puking. On the bed, she's puking." he screamed. Sure enough, Bette had upchucked one of the most foul smelling piles of vomit I have ever seen, right next to me. It was a real soaker, we had to strip the bed and wash everything. Again, I expect such things to happen every once in a while. Mark expects the animals to be sterile animatrons that come when he calls them and go away when he has no need for their affection. He can't cope with whatever they may excrete. Which brings me back to Chandler and the stain on the living room floor. He isn't staining that floor anymore. I pulled the rug under my big fluffy chair, he's drooling on that now. I find that a good upholstery and rug cleaner does wonders.