Currently, I am feeling very sick sitting here surrounded by a scented oil diffuser on full blast, covered in perfume trying to get over Ted’s latest behaviour.
He found a bad egg somewhere in the garden, rolled in it, ate it, came inside and has spread it all around the house.
I have no words. I want to die. I want to burn the house down, and/or move to another country. The smell. It will live with me possibly forever. I can taste it, smell it, and remember it.
OH and I gave Ted a shower and we have disinfected the house but every so often I get another whiff and I just want to leave home all over again. We weren’t cross with him. OH muttered “for once it wasn’t Pepper” as if that made anything better. But he’s right. Pepper is more famed for all her awful things.
For once, going outside to poo-pick for an hour was a blessed and welcome relief.
I dreaded going back into the house. The smell is near where I sit. I know it. I keep getting whiffs but am very nervous to find out where it’s coming from. Someone kill me now and put me out of my misery before I choke to death on air freshener or Ted’s bad egg.
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It’s hard to write when I’m crying with laughter, but poor little Ted’s experience does put a whole new twist on calling a miscreant ‘a bad egg.’ Poor Ted! Poor Everyone Else!
That is a smell like nothing else. It is the most vomit-inducing odour and you are right, not one you forget in a hurry.
I remember once cracking an egg directly into a cake mixture . . . I really should know better.
Oh Ted you are definitely in the dog house over this latest adventure … or unfortunately in France’s house, an outside dog house for you would have been less smelly for her lol.
You have my sympathies; in the past animals I’ve looked after usually somehow know if I have important visitors arriving and will make sure that they roll in some horrible smelling mess and then immediately spread it all over the home I’m trying to entertain in. Unfortunately you described your experience very well. I hope it will be gone soon.
reminds my of when my large and long haired dog killed a skunk. but not before she was sprayed. the dog is long gone but I remember this well.
OHHH NOOOO! Poor old Ted’s definitely in the doghouse. I can’t help wondering whether there’s still a bit of your kinder surprise lurking in the most distateful spot. Could it be between the floorboards or on the underneath of a rug or something?
Oh my and here I thought rolling in fox poo stunk…You do have to give Ted points for sheer stinkiness of the house. Even if everyone else wants to gag…(sorry but I am laughing very hard)