What we came home to...

Cute right? These two are the best of buds. This picture was taken just shortly after we got Max, almost 2 years ago, but it's the best I could find. So again, cute, right? Looks can be deceiving people. As Gary would say, and did many times last night, MJ's stock dropped drastically last night.

A college friend of mine got married and just as we got home it started to pour down rain. This always reminds of us a super fun and spontaneous date we had while we were dating. We both lived at home, and after having an evening of games with my family, mid-downpour we embraced the ongoing storm and went to Granite City for dinner. Seems simple, but it was just us in the restaurant and it was the best.

So, naturally we are happy and laughing...until we open the door and got HIT with the worst.smell.ever. Max was in his kennel and MJ was out, and our first thought was holy crap has she been farting?! This big girl is deadly, so it crossed our mind. Gary thought there was some food left out or something in the trash-I said no, because I knew there wasn't and this was not the smell of food.

As he gathers the trash and takes it out anyway I start to search the house. Living room, check. Kennel, check. Our bedroom and bathroom, check. Sweet-ready-and-clean-for-any-day-arrival-of-our-first-baby room...Gaarrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Holy shit. Literally. (Hence the lack of pictures in this blog-for your sake and ours. No one needs to relive this.)

Our guess is MJ either got chocolate from the previous nights bbq or the dumb amount of wood she ate got to her. Either way, it was absolutely disgusting. Gag worthy, almost more, very, very close to being more. Needless to say Gary wasn't too happy. He couldn't even 'stand to see her'. You try hiding a 75 lb golden retriever. Not that easy. Plus, it's still raining so just keeping her outside wasn't an option.

After many choice words, cleaning, and a whole lot of Frebrezing  it was taken care of. We had just purchased a carpet cleaner this week-bonus. We've gotten our monies worth out of that beaut already. To be on the safe side we had to put the gates up and keep MJ in the kitchen tile area for the rest of the night. Good thing too-because come 3:00 a.m., shocker I was awake trying to get comfortable, I could not shake that smell. And unfortunately it wasn't a dream or in my mind. The kitchen had taken a hit. And ungodly hit.

I let Sleepy McSleeperson sleep through this for his sake and MJs while I cleaned up the mess. I truly did feel bad for our big sis-she was obviously not feeling well. But being up from 3:00-4:00 a.m., holding my breath that much, being this far pregnant on the floor cleaning, girlfriend had to spend the rest of the night outside. Also-by this point I was very hungry-for McDonalds french fries. I'm still surprised I got myself to fall back asleep and didn't get some. But it was just too early.

Gary had the goal to 'Clean the shit out of this carpet. Literally.' He also noted I need to add x's into that phrase and the above one because 'this is a PG-13 blog'. Whoops. So this morning we got some good and much needed carpet and tile cleaning done, hopefully this is just a story of the past and MJ can rebuild her stock once again.