Whats the most disgusting thing you've woke up to
I heard Mattie crying in her crate around 6 am, rolled over and felt something wet and cold. No not Frankies nose  Buzzy had thrown up right next me. Darn cat. My brand new down comforter. I guess thats why they make duvet covers. What a great way to start a Sunday. Lisa Frankie and Mattie |
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That's the most disgusting? I thought that was NORMAL if you had a cat. That's a regular thing here.  Now I've never woke up to a cat peeing on me, so barney definitely has me beat. That's beyond foul. |
| My dogs brought a dead rat on the porch the other morning! |
| There has been so much diarrhea in this house, I don't think I could pick just one "most disgusting" moment. If I had to pick just one, this is the one that always comes to mind: When we got Bear (our Komondor) he was 5 months old and he had apparently picked up whipworms before we brought him home. He'd had a little loose poop but I attributed it to stress the first few days. At that age, he could fit in a 42" crate and seemed happy in it so we crated him when we left for work, I came home at lunch, all was fine. We were expecting a plumber that evening so we came home a little earlier than normal. OMG. Bear had exploded multiple times in the crate. It had obviously upset him and he was pacing and thrashing around because it was all over the walls 5 feet away and, thanks to his massive furry tail, all over the white ceiling. Oh, and, of course, all over him... And the tub was upstairs and neither of us wanted touch him... And the plumber was due over in about 10 minutes and it smelled like diseased, burn-your-eyes poo. I ended up just sucking it up and carrying him upstairs. He was about 70 pounds so it wasn't like an easy puppy to haul up. I had to hold him against me to get him upstairs so I ended up just covered in disgustingness. His tail had also wound up dragging against the wall when we went upstairs so I had his poo artwork to wash off there when we were done with his bath. That day sucked. On the plus side, the plumber was an hour late and he never knew about the horrors he almost walked into. |
| The vomit thing with the cat is almost a daily thing here...the worse day is when I wake up to the cat vomit and one of the dogs' vomit. Thank God that doesn't happen very often. |
| i was gonna say you win, but then i remembered; i used to park at one restaurant so ari could see me and i him. he also would of course get alot of attention and petting.finished my lunch and hopped in. wth, turned around to explosive d all over him and cloth interior. i got him clean of course, but never really got the car clean to suit. put it away in the garage for years. then just had junkyard come get it. it was a pristine lincoln prior to that bad day.  |
| I'd have to say it's Panda. She's a poo eater (though she hasn't been doing it lately) and occasionally after she eats poo she vomits it back up. Panda projectile vomits so when this happens it's particularly disgusting and makes a horrible mess, not to mention the stench. Recycled poo is nasty. (insert barf emoticon here LOL) |
i woke up around 5am with dreamer upchuckin yuck of course he had to do it on the bed off to do linens  |
violet wrote: The vomit thing with the cat is almost a daily thing here...the worse day is when I wake up to the cat vomit and one of the dogs' vomit. Thank God that doesn't happen very often. Helpful hint: I have found spraying windex on the "spot" while I go get something to clean it up with helps cut down on the terrible smell. |
ButtersStotch wrote: There has been so much diarrhea in this house, I don't think I could pick just one "most disgusting" moment. If I had to pick just one, this is the one that always comes to mind: When we got Bear (our Komondor) he was 5 months old and he had apparently picked up whipworms before we brought him home. He'd had a little loose poop but I attributed it to stress the first few days. At that age, he could fit in a 42" crate and seemed happy in it so we crated him when we left for work, I came home at lunch, all was fine. We were expecting a plumber that evening so we came home a little earlier than normal. OMG. Bear had exploded multiple times in the crate. It had obviously upset him and he was pacing and thrashing around because it was all over the walls 5 feet away and, thanks to his massive furry tail, all over the white ceiling. Oh, and, of course, all over him... And the tub was upstairs and neither of us wanted touch him... And the plumber was due over in about 10 minutes and it smelled like diseased, burn-your-eyes poo. I ended up just sucking it up and carrying him upstairs. He was about 70 pounds so it wasn't like an easy puppy to haul up. I had to hold him against me to get him upstairs so I ended up just covered in disgustingness. His tail had also wound up dragging against the wall when we went upstairs so I had his poo artwork to wash off there when we were done with his bath. That day sucked. On the plus side, the plumber was an hour late and he never knew about the horrors he almost walked into. Jill, I feel the grossness - the poo art especially caught my eye. Last summer Patch had the worst bout of d' I have ever seen in my life - it shot 6 feet and the more she went the more she ran from it. It was a house of the most disgusting smell and sight. Fortunately, she usually exploded on the wood, but also let it go in her room/my office. One night at 2 am I was up gagging cleaning it up and Patch also had to be cleaned up before going back to bed. It was a LONG night. Needless to say, we took an immediate trip to the vet and finally ended up on the r/d vet food. Stanley Steemer became my instant friend. I told them to wear gas masks, but they said they were use to nasty. Poor Patch was also covered - it was a gigantic mess and it all happened in a few days. NOW for the gross part: she has become #2 incontinent and literally goes in her sleep. She also many times sleeps backed up to a wall or door or woodwork. I got up to get ready for work several months ago and just the other day and there stuck on the wall were these enormous brick t--ds - it was definitely poo artwork stuck ON THE WALL! Like yours, this is a house of do. I can take the t--ds on the wall MUCH better than projectile d' - fortunately, my do do dog is fine and loving life as she usually does. |
| Oh god, you guys are making me feel a lot better about my dogs! I woke up to Marley peeing on me when Dave and I first started dating. I think I must have gotten major points for not throwing them both out! |
ButtersStotch wrote: There has been so much diarrhea in this house, I don't think I could pick just one "most disgusting" moment. If I had to pick just one, this is the one that always comes to mind: When we got Bear (our Komondor) he was 5 months old and he had apparently picked up whipworms before we brought him home. He'd had a little loose poop but I attributed it to stress the first few days. At that age, he could fit in a 42" crate and seemed happy in it so we crated him when we left for work, I came home at lunch, all was fine. We were expecting a plumber that evening so we came home a little earlier than normal. OMG. Bear had exploded multiple times in the crate. It had obviously upset him and he was pacing and thrashing around because it was all over the walls 5 feet away and, thanks to his massive furry tail, all over the white ceiling. Oh, and, of course, all over him... And the tub was upstairs and neither of us wanted touch him... And the plumber was due over in about 10 minutes and it smelled like diseased, burn-your-eyes poo. I ended up just sucking it up and carrying him upstairs. He was about 70 pounds so it wasn't like an easy puppy to haul up. I had to hold him against me to get him upstairs so I ended up just covered in disgustingness. His tail had also wound up dragging against the wall when we went upstairs so I had his poo artwork to wash off there when we were done with his bath. That day sucked. On the plus side, the plumber was an hour late and he never knew about the horrors he almost walked into. That's the sickest!!!... but I'm laughing my head off here. |
This is the funniest thread I have ever read here. Try vomit all over the console of the car!  All warm and frothy! Not a tissue in sight and the owner of said vomit shaking off what was left, in a confined space. It frizzled the wiring and I had to get a tow. |
| Mocha my chocolate lab is a poo eater and throws it up too so I can relate to what you go through with Panda. Yes thrown up poo is VERY stinky. my worse one was when I was in high school and had my first sheepie. She had eaten cat poo (the vet said it was her way of cleaning her territory) anyway I woke up about midnight to go to the bathroom and smelled the most HORRIBLE smell ever! I walked into my parents livingroom and it was wall to wall green diarrhea and vomit. same in the dinning room. you really could not walk around it, it was EVERYWHERE. We called the vet and he met my Dad and me at his office. She was hooked up to an IV for an hour then we got to take her home. When we got back my mom already had the carpet and pad tore up and out by the street and the tile srubbed with bleach.  The next day Charly was fine and mom got the new carpet she had been wanting.  |
| Oh Jill, I had a very similar experience with Lucy. When we brought her home we tried her to crate train her like we did Oliver. She sadly came from a much different background however. I will never forget coming home to see my 25 pound sheepdog no longer white, but brown. Brown on the surrounding floor, walls, couch. The stinch must have been too much for Oliver to bear as he threw up all over the kitchen and hallway...yes it was March in Missouri, but I opened every window in my house. To this day, just the thought of that stinch turns my stomach. Luckily the bathroom isn't far from the living room, but we too had a "tail paint" on the walls. I literally had to take the crate outside to empty the contents. I'm sorry to tell you this, but I'm sure the plumber still could smell the stinch. You were probably just used to it by then! |
| I cannot answer this question as it relates to The Incident. All I can say is that nearly everyone survived and I was never formally charged. |
| I agree - recycled poo!! This is the only thing that has brought me close to tossing my own cookies. In fact, if it ever happens again, I've told my husband he'll have a choice - dog's vomit or mine! (sorry, not to gross anyone out!) Tied closely in second: 1. (gross-nes warning, for anyone with a queasy tummy) out for a country walk, our lab disappeard into the bush for a few minutes, when he re-appeard his nose & head were "wet" and he was stinky. Too late, we realized there was a dead deer and he'd been feeding on the carcas. The poor dog was so sick and from both ends - the look on his face was "just let me get thru this & I'll never forrage again" 2. my husband gave our very first dog (same lab as above) banana's & cream! Yes he was a rookie pet owner and an argument followed as I assumed everyone knew not to give dogs banana's & cream. lol, funny what you learn about your spouse in those early years |
 I must say that I feel better having read all of the above. Willoughby has spells of D&V as we used to call it in the Pediatric ward. I've come home numerous times to find piles of various sizes and consistency all over the family room carpet!  I have a clean up protocol which usually works, but the mess is still disgusting.  I also bought a Little Green Machine which makes the clean up faster but then you have to clean the machine. There are no short cuts!! |
jcc9797 wrote: Oh Jill, I had a very similar experience with Lucy. When we brought her home we tried her to crate train her like we did Oliver. She sadly came from a much different background however. I will never forget coming home to see my 25 pound sheepdog no longer white, but brown. Brown on the surrounding floor, walls, couch. The stinch must have been too much for Oliver to bear as he threw up all over the kitchen and hallway...yes it was March in Missouri, but I opened every window in my house. To this day, just the thought of that stinch turns my stomach. Luckily the bathroom isn't far from the living room, but we too had a "tail paint" on the walls. I literally had to take the crate outside to empty the contents. I'm sorry to tell you this, but I'm sure the plumber still could smell the stinch. You were probably just used to it by then! You know it's bad when it makes a dog puke, lol. No, I think we got it out of there pretty well but if we didn't have the extra hour, I agree, it would've been terrible. The Pine Sol, candles, febreeze-- it was overpowering and disgusting in itself but it helped. Plus it was ok weather to open the windows and that helped, too. The best part of it was that the plumber was a guy that James knew from years ago and he said this guy's house stunk so much he'd never notice any smells in ours! |
| My dad thought this topic was The. Funniest. Thing. Ever. Thanks! |
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