With the subsiding of the water, we have discovered new varieties of mildew and mold. I’ve used 7 cans of Lysol so far, and will have to use even more in the next few days. FEMA has been here, confirmed that we have problems – extent to be determined shortly. We are awaiting their determination of whether we “qualify” for a FEMA disaster grant. We are just too old and feeble at this point to even consider trying to “DIY.” Wallboard will have to be stripped off and trashed, mold and mildew under the wallboard will have to be treated and new wallboard mounted. We may have to replace some uprights, too. Not to mention getting some people in to de-mold the books in the library. At least 7 shelves will have to be replaced.
So what does all this have to do with Emmy? Well, poor little Emmy was unable to run on the treadmill for over a week! An unexercised Labrador Retriever is an unhappy Labrador Retriever. She desperately needed more exercise than we could supply – and the son, DIL and grandchildren next door have been passing flu around to each other! We can’t risk being exposed, so couldn’t ask the well ones to run her up and down the street.
I’ve been adding extra “work” sessions as I could, but all the weather fronts coming through recently have stimulated flares of my RA, so even that hasn’t been as good as it should be.
An unexercised Lab is a Lab that gets into trouble. Add to that a cat that is like Rumpelteaser, and it is a scenario for potential disaster.
Gentle readers, please remember that no matter how extraordinary a service dog is, she is still a dog.
Well, Mungojerrie and Rumpelteaser created their own little mess, and by the time I realized it, it was too late to do anything about it. We have a supposed “pet-proof” trashcan in the kitchen. Don’t believe it. I heard some strange noise in the kitchen before we went to bed, and it was Magnus trying to get into the trash. I just laughed up my sleeve. But that little 16# feline is STRONG! At some point during the night, he managed to unlatch the top and get in. When I went into the kitchen this AM, I heard crunching. I turned on the light and there was Emmy – chowing down on lamb bones! I got them away from her, and found the trashcan unlatched. I put the bones back in the trash, latched it, and put a 2gallon bottle of vinegar (unopened as yet) on top. The extra weight should keep them out until we can find a better trash can or a better solution – like emptying the trash every – single – night.
Of course, “when the crime’s discovered, McCavity’s not there!” Magnus was no place to be found – he left Emmy to take the heat. She was quite ashamed of herself when I said “NO!! NO!! LEAVE IT!! YOU KNOW BETTER!!” Her little ears dropped, she hung her head and went to her kennel. About 20 minutes later, she was back out in the kitchen wagging her tail and ready to play! Bless her little heart! She’s been very good today. And I took her down into the library to run. The Lysol seems to have done some good – no detectable mold or mildew. Emmy ran for 30 minutes at varying speeds, then, when her tongue started hanging out, I walked her for another 20 minutes until she wasn’t panting any more. She’s been much calmer since then. I’ll repeat it tomorrow morning and she’ll get another little “walk” tomorrow afternoon when I take her to the grocery.
Here they are – the culprits: