Thanks for all your well-wishes regarding Mabel's bad night. For anyone that might have missed it, that was a bottle of Urine-Gone in the first picture. Yep, my precious little schnauzer momentarily lost her mind.
I was pretty hacked actually. I walked past the carpet toward the kitchen and took a whiff, pausing mid-stride.
"Matt, I smell pee!!!" I yelled.
He leaned around the corner and shrugged, "I don't."
I got down on all fours and sniffed the carpet, "Come smell this!"
He frowned, "Do I have to?"
Matt obligingly smelled too, shrugging his shoulders, "I don't smell anything."
"How can you not smell that?"
"I just don't."
"Well, it's PEE!"
Matt grinned, "Well, I didn't do it."
And then we both started to look for Mabel, who was mysteriously absent from our all-four-leaning-carpet-smelling party.
And then that's when we spotted her, hiding, eyes rolling, totally guilty.
I still don't have any idea what happened, it has been years since she went to the bathroom in the house. But, Urine-Gone did work.
And now that I whetted your appetite with the lovely food picture/dog pee story, I'll discuss Matt's latest culinary venture; Croque-Madame sandwiches (or Croque Monsieur depending on who says it).
Firstly, I'd like to reiterate that I'm a fan of any grilled sandwich. Don't care. If it has melted cheese, I will eat it.
It's fairly easy to make (I say that since I had no hand in it what-so-ever) and is a very 'fallish' food. Super yummy. On the other hand, I'm totally spoiled. I can cook, but why would I want to with lovely things like this coming out of the kitchen all the time? Evidently I need to reserve my energy for other important matters, like detecting dog pee in the carpet.