Chewie's Pooptastrophe

Hello everyone, this is Morry.

Rachel and I thought about going for a walk with Chewie when we got home from taking Noah to school, but I had a busy day so we decided not to do that.

I left the house before Rachel left to get to the office.  We had another phone interview with a potential candidate.

I got home about 20 minutes before we needed to leave to get Noah.  When I got in the house I smelled a bad smell.  I hoped it was the cat's litter box but when I looked in, there was nothing unusual.  As I walked over to Chewie's crate.  I saw the source of the smell - all over the bottom of Chewie's crate.  Chewie looked so sad as well.  He had been forced to sit in it.  What made it worse was when I let him out of the crate to get him outside, he shook.  Needless to say, we had to clean the back of the couch, the floor, the walls, my pants.  I felt bad because he seemed so upset.  He knew he wasn't supposed to do that, but obviously, he couldn't help it.

Chewie's crate is now outside. I hosed it down and Rachel disinfected it.  We'll let it dry overnight.

I did a cursory cleanup, first, before Uncle Mike, Aunt Jen, Artie and Maya got to the house. They wanted to walk with us to get Noah.   Then Rachel and I did the more extensive cleaning when we got back.

When Evan got home, we left for baseball practice.  Rachel went to tutoring and then a meeting with another blogger.  Noah went over to Grandma and Papa's house.

Rachel had dinner with the other blogger, while Evan and I ate at Mod Pizza.

We had pineapple at Grandma and Papa's when we picked Noah up.

The boys are getting ready for bed.

Until next time...