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How to Get Dog Pee Stink off Your Tile Floors, and Other Puppy Ventures

Ugh! I spent THREE HOURS on hands and knees yesterday, trying to scrub Ruby’s puppy pee stink off the living room floor.

Ruby, who is about as un-housetrained as a dog can get, has stealth-pissed repeatedly in the living room. A couple of times it seeped under the bookcases and the baseboards, and once it went under the folding desk in there and saturated at least one of the ball-shaped wood legs.

Of course I frantically wiped it up as best as I could, and I’ve sprayed the floor several times with the ridiculous enzyme spray. Luz mops every two weeks, too, leaving the place looking — if not smelling — great.

Now, for the first time in years, come the rains. And what with all that moisture in the air, the stink wafts into the atmosphere. WHAT a stench!!! I couldn’t walk into the room without gagging.

So I started scrubbing, trying to get that out of the grout. Eventually the ceiling-to-floor bookcases will have to be emptied and moved and their “feet” scrubbed with something (what, I can’t imagine) and the tile under them scrubbed and the baseboard pulled out and new strips put down and painted. But for the nonce, deodorizing the parts I can reach will have to suffice.

Understand: this tilework was “sealed” by the previous owner, who installed it. He used one of those goopy grout seals that lays down like a coat of acrylic paint — it is impervious. And STILL it stinks. You can tell where the stuff is saturated by putting your nose down near the floor and sniffing. Phew!

Here’s how the various chemicals I tried worked:

• Simple Green: useless
• Enzyme spray: laughable
• Straight vinegar: helps a little in places that aren’t too badly saturated. Dissolves and lifts some neglected patches of urine up. Gets the smell off the tiles pretty well, but leaves the tracks of grout still stinking.
• Peroxide: hard to tell…all I had on hand is the stuff for contact lenses, and not much of that.
• Baking soda solution: nearly useless
• Vinegar puddled into the grout line with baking soda sprinkled over it, then scrubbed into the grout and over the tiles and then washed (and washed, and washed) with clean water: helps a little more than just straight vinegar. Worst spots still stink enough to choke you.
• BUT: tile and grout cleaner, when sprayed to puddle into the grout lines where the worst of the stink is identified (French art books  to John Irving; Encyclopaedia Britannica volumes 8 to 16), allowed to sit for 8 or ten minutes, and scrubbed off: that works!

So if you have a dog stink on your floors, you might want to try the stuff made specifically as tile and grout cleaner. It’s readily available at Home Depot, Lowe’s, and hardware stores. Obviously, this is intended only for tilework, not for carpets or wood flooring. I don’t expect I’d put it on natural stone, either…

Don’t know if it would work on cat pee, which is much stronger and more persistent than dog urine. But it’s surely worth a try. Also the recipe described in this post about wood floors supposedly is effective on cat urine. I’ve never tried it, but it’s all over the Net, so apparently some folks have had success with it.

Ruby, an exceptionally unhappy dog, is now confined to her X-pen or tied to a leash all the time she’s in the house. Period. She’s not getting loose to stealth-pee or dump again!

She’s getting two weeks (2, ii, II weeks!) to shape up, or she’s outta here. I am puppied out! And I believe this particular dog to be essentially untrainable when it comes to figuring out where the doggy bathroom is. She’s seven and a half months old and still peeing and dumping all over the house.

In my time on this planet, I’ve raised eight puppies and never had any problem housetraining them within a reasonable length of time. One of them was house-trained in two days. Okay…that was some kind of World Dog Training Olympics Record. But the others all got the idea within two or three weeks. The problem is, she’s so adept at sneaking that you can’t catch her in the act. The other day M’hijito and I were in the same room with her and she managed to deposit a puddle without either of us spotting her!

And no, just now she does not have a UTI. She stopped peeing every 15 to 30 minutes as soon as she went back on the Clavamox.

So, as a last resort, I’m using a technique I applied to Anna the German Shepherd when she was in her furniture-eating phase: Tie the dog to myself or to a doorknob in whatever room I happen to be in, and NEVER let her roam free in the house, ever. When I’m not here, she goes in her crate. When I’m doing something where I can’t attend to her and watch her every single living breathing minute, she goes in her X-pen.

Add to that the standard puppy house-training gambit: take her out every two hours and encourage her to do her thing.

If she doesn’t have the picture after two weeks of that, she’s going back to the breeder.

I’ll discuss this with the vet when I go in for another financial fleecing this morning. Yesterday I thought she had some conjunctivitis, but now it’s cleared up. Still have the 9 a.m. appointment, though. We’ll see what he says about this scheme. If he doesn’t think it’ll work, then she’s going back to Zion Corgis forthwith. Today!

Rain! Actual RAIN!

Check out the photos at this news report — hope they stay online for a while, long enough for readers to get an eyeful. More entertainment appears here.

About ten after six this morning the dogs and I rolled out of the sack, late because it was so dark outside. A menacing gray-black mass of clouds filled the western sky, thunder rumbling all around us, and I thought it must be raining in Sun City. Twenty minutes later, le déluge! An amazing quantity of rain fell out of the sky!

The French well scheme I had the guys build on the north side of the patio doesn’t seem to have worked. Or maybe it did: maybe it kept water out of the house. Lake Patio came right up to the back doors.

As usual, click on the image for a larger, clearer version.
As usual, click on the image for a larger, clearer version.

Fortunately, the house is built on a slab that rises about four inches above grade, so an even more phenomenal amount of water would have to pour down to get into the house.

The sky cleared, and I hit the road to find out if the Leslie’s guy knows anything about pool alarms, by way of managing Ruby’s proclivity for tiptoeing around the edge. He didn’t. Then it was off to the Safeway to get Sergeant’s dog vitamins. They didn’t have them. Neither did Walgreen’s. So to Home Depot to see if I could find someone to discuss the use of their order-your-own fence sections. Not a soul, in the entire lumber and fencing section!

Geez.

By the time I got home, more banks of dark clouds were closing in. Started to rain briskly as I turned into the ’hood, delivering a free car wash before I turned into the garage. All that remained was to dry the car off with some microfiber rags!

Very nice.

Again a deluge fell. The water rose up to the door threshold again, then finally receded. It’s fairly clear in the west now, but dark and threatening to the east.

I felt lucky to get back to the house before it started to really rain hard. Also feel very lucky that I live in the central city and not out in the ’burbs or outlying semi-rural areas, where residents are having to be rescued from their homes.

It’s only 79 out there, so the air-conditioning is off — a whole day without an expensively powered machine trying to hold the interior 30 degrees below the ambient temperature will make for a nice little saving on this month’s electric bill! And I suppose I can turn the watering system off again.

Looks  like the excitement is about over, at least for now. And so, to work.

And WHERE do the days go?

Where, indeed?

1. Clean up highly perfumed gifts from the dogs, delicately laid on the living-room floor.

2. Take dogs for walk; Pup throws up. Return to house forthwith.

3. Water plants; refill pool.

4. Sweep down pool walls.

5. Try to coax Pup to eat the food I put down. She refuses. Worry!!!

peaches6. Realize the second large peach of four purchased from AJ’s is spoiled on the inside, despite looking gorgeous on the outside. A third, consumed for yesterday’s breakfast, was mealy and flavorless. These peaches cost over $8, when the 10% tax is added in: two freaking bucks apiece!

7. Take last intact peach and spoiled peach back to AJ’s. They offer new peaches. I say no, I’m not taking any more of their peaches but would like to have a lovely pint of Talenti sorbet (subtext: those plastic containers are great for storing beads). They give me the ice cream for “free.” Heh. An $8 pint of ice cream!

8. Arrive at Costco as it opens, figuring to get my hot little hands on some nice mangoes, plus a package of paper towels. While there, discover that my fave jeans, which I suspected CC was about to discontinue, are BACK!!!!!! Grab two pair, lest I never see them again. But at produce department, discover that — hang onto your hats! — COSTCO IS OUT OF PRODUCE! No mangoes. No peaches. No cantaloupes. No edible mini-watermelons. In short: no breakfast food for the Dieting Fatlady. Ask Costco employee: he says they had a busy weekend.

9. Fly home.

10. Melt a palmful of chocolate chips in some butter; add a tablespoon of bourbon. Stir. Pour this over a bowl of Tahitian Vanilla Expensive Sorbet.  Eat. OMG.

11. After that shenanigan, skip lunch. It was worth it.

12. Try to persuade Pup to eat dog food. Fail. Worry.

13. Write an unusually lively post for MyCorgi.com. Heh…it’s good…check it out.

14. Contend with Gerardo the Lawn Dude Extraordinare.

P103020115. Order new beads from Fire Mountain for continuing rosary project.

16. Work on draft chapter.

15. Enter data into Quickbooks.

14. File paper.

15. Converse with accountant.

16. Walk across the street and do business with accountant.

17. Walk back across the street to retrieve hard copy of attachment that didn’t go through in the e-mail.

18. Converse with adorable, handsome and charming new neighbor, father of four children and supporter of SAHM, the two of whom (the adults, that is) have purchased Maria’s house and are beside their young selves with delight.

19. Introduce adorable, handsome and charming new neighbor to accountant/friend.

20. Taking advantage of many hours of accountant/friend’s professional development coursework, figure out how to make Quickbooks do some exotic and delightful things. Feel pleased.

21. Stagger home; figure out why MacMail failed to send attachments. Extreme annoyance.

22. Wrestle with this for some time. Fail to figure out how to resolve issue.

23. Feed Pup again. Figure out how to get her to eat: she’s on a hunger strike because she’s pissed that I’ve been locking her in the X-pen to bring a stop to a) hoovering up her food and then b) racing over to muscle Cassie aside from her dish and hoover up her food. Supervise consumption of dog food.

24. Retype coded list of usernames and passwords (current version); print with extra column in table; fill in column, in handwriting, with clues to what these things mean; copy for presentation to son, for reference should I croak over during the next surgical adventure.

25. Slice a couple pieces of cheese, toss handful of blueberries on plate, pour 1/2 glass wine: dinner.

26. Consider: Is it any wonder that nothing gets done around this place?

Images:

Peaches: my old friend Jack Dykinga, for USDA. Incredibly, in the public domain. Damn, Jack: wish we were still at Highways. Those were the days!
Stone cross: mine.

OMG! Small pleasures, large pleasures

The first time I read La cage aux folles, I thought I would fall off my miserable little chair in my miserable little library carrel, laughing. The first time I saw Edouard Molinaro’s Franco-Italic rendition, I thought it was the funniest thing I’d ever seen. The first time I saw Mike Nichols’s adaptation, heaven help us in English, I thought I was gonna die from laugh-induced asphyxiation.

But as we know it’s not the hilarity but the humanity that makes greatness. And I think this is one of the great plays of the 20th century.

Netflix has placed the Nichols rendition, The Birdcage, front and center, by way of tribute to Robin Williams’s demise. Williams plays Armand. Despite the updates (Kevin: “The ones who funded the Mapplethorpe exhibit?”), it’s good, very, very good.

Got Netflix? Look for it. 😀

 

New Website!

Check out my new website for scribblers and others in the publishing industry: Writers Plain & Simple. This will be the blogsite for my new publishing imprint, whose main web presence will come online soon. The first book should be out in a few weeks, and after that, two more are in the wings.

Stuff You Can’t Get Anymore

After the latest Cleaning Lady visit, I discovered my favorite old (very old) nail brush has gone missing. I must have put it in some not-routine place, but having searched every drawer, shelf, cabinet, and countertop in the house and the garage, I’m afraid it’s time to declare it lost. And that is not a good thing.

It’s almost impossible to buy a decent nail brush anymore. They used to be in every corner drugstore, and now: gone! At one point I bought an expensive brush at L’Occitane — sweetly appealing with its wooden handle and its “natural” bristles. And sweetly useless. The bristles are so soft that none of them will get under your nails to scrub the dirt off. And whose idea was it to make something that sits in water out of wood?

So it was off to Amazon, that purveyor of so much Stuff You Can’t Get Anymore. Apparently my perception that decent nail brushes no longer exist is just about right on target. Heee! Check out the one-star reviews of the one made by Fuller! And the Rubbermaid nail brush that rusts!

Contemplating this dismal state of affairs, it occurs to me that there’s an awful LOT of Stuff You Can’t Get Anymore. Videlicet, exempli gratia:

• Public phones
• Information operators
• A human being on the other end of virtually any phone call
• Zebco’s Rhino Reel (well, there are 16 left at Amazon, actually…but try to find it at your local Sportsman’s Warehouse)
• A decent bra
• Pyrex that’s undeniably safe to use
• Real Eskimo Pies
• Mounds Bars that are big enough to matter
• Decent sheets that don’t fall apart within three months and don’t break the bank
• A washing machine that works and doesn’t make braids with your clothes
• Pump jockeys (except in states where self-serve gasoline is outlawed)
• Ice picks
• Functional showerheads
• Wind-up alarm clocks
• 4711
• Wind Song
• Mentholatum (you can still order it on Amazon, but it, like Vaseline, is now made in China and so not something you’d want to put around your chapped lips and nose)
• Privacy
• Public civility

LOL! What Stuff do you find you can’t get anymore?