My house smells like dog pee. BLEGH. I don't like it. The fact alone that I notice it says something. I've been living with a zoo for the past few years, but after a while the smells just smell like home. That may sound gross, but I clean cages every week and I keep the rest of my house pretty tidy. It's not like we live in filth. But the animal smells just lose their smelliness... I imagine much like a smoker's house doesn't smell like smoke to a smoker. I swear - I was going somewhere with this...
OH, yeah. I think I might start crating the foster girls this weekend to try to break them from peeing everywhere. They're not all that bad (I'm sure they pee outside at least some), but if I just let it go, then I'm condoning it. Not only that, but they'll have to be crated after their heartworm treatments and if that freaks them out then it will defeat the purpose - which is to keep them calm. They may as well get used to it now. I kind of hate to do that to them, but for the sake of my nose and their hearts I guess it's probably best.
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