Sooooooo, the other night I was awakened by a foul odor. I thought one of the dogs must have thrown up. I went searching with my roll of paper towels and cleaner in hand but found nothing. Still the odor. I opened Mulder’s crate (she’s sleeping in a crate by my side of the bed at night until she’s reliably housetrained) and figured I’d toss her blankie in the wash, clean out the crate with a disinfectant wipe and put clean bedding inside. Still the odor. I went back to sleep and hoped the stench would dissipate by morning. No such luck.
The next day, I finally figured out (because I hug and squeeze her all the time) that the source of the stink was Mulder. It wasn’t bad breath. Her coat was clean and dry so she hadn’t rolled in anything. Her skin was A-OK, except for some flakes. The smell wasn’t yeasty or infectiony but I gave her a good going-over just the same. Perhaps a broken toenail that had turned icky? No. Ear grime? Nope – but I cleaned them just in case there was something invisible down in there. Still the odor. I washed every dog blanket in the house and vacuumed everywhere. I was really perplexed and getting rather worried at this point. Did my favorite puppy have some sort of mystery illness which manifested itself through an unpleasant smell? Was she dying? Would she live another hour?! !!!
Somehow, I made it through the day. When we got to our evening family time in front of the TV, Mulder took up her usual spot on top of my slippers at the side of my chair.
Mulder smelled like feet. My slipper feet to be exact. Time to get new slippers I suppose.
Do you have a humbling story to share about a pet?