What's with the Animal Waste?

No, I'm not writing an opinion piece on the apparent custom here of letting your dog relieve himself anywhere he'd like and then leaving it to the mercy of the soles of others to side-step (though that does play a pivotal role in my story). It’s just that excrement seems to be playing the starring role, and I don't know why.

While I was cleaning the cat box this afternoon, I found that there was a hole in the bottom of the box. What a pleasant surprise. This meant, of course, that all the urine that this box was supposedly housing for the past few days had been leaking out all over our floor. Upon realizing what was going on (the pee on my hand helped make it a whole sensory experience), I somehow managed to drop my cell phone right into the center of the pee puddle.

I was at a loss as to how you're supposed to wash piss off your phone (how do you even wash a cell phone without ruining it? I don’t think it’s a common problem- cat pee smell on a phone. I’ve never seen that in the FAQ section) so I sprayed kitchen cleaner on a rag and tried to scrub it clean. Unfortunately, I think the cleaner may have had ammonia in it though. Doh! Need I say more?

Later while changing Bella's diaper I kept smelling a foul, stinky boy smell. At first I thought it was me (remnants of the cat box debacle), but I couldn't find the source. I went on a smelling quest, sniffing every single thing in sight, but I couldn't find anything. After walking into nearly every room in the house, then retracing my steps without any luck, I finally settled down, defeated, on the living room rug, (the one I'm always trying to protect from Gaia). I glanced down at my shoes and, in that moment, I realized that those dogs had not taken mercy on my sole.

Needless to say, tomorrow's a cleaning day.