Its Pooptastic!

A very bad thing happened yesterday. Extremely horrible, gross, stressful, and probably hilarious.

I was driving down to my parents from MSN on a lovely Friday afternoon. This trip is a simple two hour drive, mostly interstate with little traffic, farmland. Woman and her dog. Just listening to some CDs and enjoying the nice weather. So here we are at the end of our trip, about a half mile away from the house and Walter has a diarrhea attack in the back of the Jeep. KABLOW!!! None of his usual warnings: whimper, leaping up and down, etc. Nothing. Just God awful, merciless poop. Needless to say that chaos ensued. I am screaming at the dog and at the world in general, driving erratically. I actually drove through a stop sign. People were actually pointing and staring at me as I did it. I am sure that it looked insane. All windows down, going warp speed to get to my parents in order to get him out of the car.

I get to the house and get in the drive way jump out and get Walter out of the car. Tie him to the bumper hitch, run inside and get cleaning supplies. I needed a Hazmat suit and napalm, but settled for lysol, a roll of paper towels, clorox wipes, and three plastic grocery bags. I go out and clean the dog off. Walter had poop on all four paws, his butt, and tail. Yes, I cloroxed the dog. Then, I took him inside the house and locked him in the mud room.

Walking back to the car, I brace myself to look into the back of the Jeep. (All the seats are laid flat so it is one big cargo area.) It is like a poop helicopter back there. Words cannot describe. . . It takes me 45 minutes to clean the back out. Picture a short, Italian girl screaming, crying, and swearing like a sailor, ready to vomit and commit doggie homicide. My poor mom, her neighbors must think I have Tourette’s or something. I call Shawn at work about halfway through and left a message about what happened on his voicemail. He thought at first that I got into an accident because I was a bit hysterical. I guess that I told him that when he gets down here we would have to burn the car.

So, Shawn is now working on cleaning out the car with Resolve, more Lysol, and my dad’s ShopVac. We are then going to have the local car wash detail the interior on it tomorrow. If that doesn’t restore things back to its pre-pooptastic condition, I am selling the car. Period.

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