Many of my neighbors saw the POD that lived in our driveway for three weeks. It was all Nutmeg’s and Louie’s fault.
Nutmeg has reigned over Chez Poodle for about two years now. During that time she has (the following content is graphic, you may want to skip over it) barfed on our champagne carpet several times, declined to use the doggy door to access her bathroom twice, schlepped a lasagna pan into the living room (don’t ask), and I’ve repressed the memory of how many times her dirty little feet have tracked in mud.
Louie, her big brother, just walks into a room and dirt flings itself onto the carpet. Then he slides his wet snoot all over and grinds it in with his big shaggy body. He lives to trash my carpet. I have cleaned it so many times that it can’t be cleaned anymore.
Why don’t I just replace it, you ask? Because in order for me to do that, everything that’s sitting on that carpet has to be moved. And it weighs tons. And there are hundreds of movable, breakable parts. And then it all has to be put back again!
Fast-forward…I don’t remember those two weeks…shell shock…it’s done! And not one single piece of hard-to-move furniture rests on carpet now! Because we replaced all the flooring with laminate that looks so much like random plank hardwood it makes the logs for the fireplace look fake in comparison.
Now we have nice beige area rugs for Louie and Nutmeg to smear, and when the day inevitably comes that they can’t be cleaned anymore, I can toss them without renting a POD (you know how much those things COST?!!). And Louie and Nutmeg have a fresh palette to work with.