Can You Smell That? Part Deux

It’s beginning to smell a lot like Christmas around here.   Well, actually not.  Instead it’s been smelling like dog puke and doggie runs and dead rodents and burning plastic.  Nice, huh?  Doncha just want to come on by my place?

I think we’ve already established that I have smell issues.  Bear with me again as I bare my soul for you.

First, the dog-smells.  I took Chloe to her first tailgate on Sunday.  Let’s just say she made the most of it.  Everytime something dropped she was Chloe-on-the-spot.  After all, her little head was only about a foot off the ground.  I finally picked her up to keep her from the half bag of Sunchips that spilled.  However that seemed to have been a remedy of the too-little-too-late variety.  Sunday night started with vomit.  Monday and Tuesday have been unpleasant to put it genteelly.  I’ve thrown away the dining room area rug and a bath mat.  My bleach spray has been working in overdrive.  Chloe went to the vet last night.  We have some new happy pills and I’m hopeful this chapter is coming to a close.

Just to make life interesting, I actually hosted a friend for dinner the same night I came home to unpleasantness AND had the vet appointment.  I broke a sweat cleaning the floor, running to the vet, opening windows for ventilation and pulling out my Yankee candles to burn!   My friend said that she didn’t notice anything.  Christmas Tree candle, I adore you.

On a semi-related side note, do you know what is helpful for a dog with stomach issues?  Rice.  Good thing I got that rice cooker.

I’m having a little linky party with myself today.  And of course I can’t just add the link.  I have to read the whole ding-dang post again.  Efficient?  Not me.

On to the burning plastic.  Remember when Dad came up to visit for my birthday?  (I’m linkalicious!  I can’t stop!)  I picked him up from the airport in my newly detailed automobile.  But a shiny new car didn’t distract from the fact that a plastic bag had attached itself to my exhaust pipe.  The car smelled so badly that I took it to the mechanic to make sure I wasn’t burning oil.  Dad took one whiff and started laughing.  The last time he was in Reno visiting KK she had the exact same issue!  What is it with Juice girls and plastic bags?

Here’s another bad smell that I’m totally blaming on Dad (but in the best possible way, Pop, really).  When Dad came to visit he brought me a present.  It’s called a Zip-It and it’s a drain cleaner.  See?

Zip It! Into shape! Shape it up! Get straight.

I decided to try this baby out Thanksgiving Day.  After all, I had cancelled my trip to New Jersey (a smart move according to all of my friends who had to drive through Delaware).  What else are you going to do on a free day?

At first I used the Zip-It on my bathroom sink.  It worked well, pulled up some hair and all was right with the world.  I moved on to the shower and pulled up a dead mouse!  OK, it wasn’t actually a mouse.  It was a glob of hair that approximated the size of a mouse (alive or dead).   The smell approximated a mouse (dead, not alive).  Oh. my. word.  The smell.  It was one of those do-not-pass-go-do-not-collect-200-dollars-go-immediately-to-the-outside-garbage kind of smell.  I still get shivers thinking about it.

I’ve got the Christmas tree up, so I’m using that to justify the candle that I’ve been burning a LOT recently.  If you haven’t yet bought stock in Yankee candle, you might want to.  Sales are spiking here in Juiceland.