Okay . .I guess if my baby brother can find the energy and creative juices to blog, then I have no excuse. I mean . . .really who wants to be outdone by their younger sibling. I have sat down at my well used computer key board many a time and wondered to myself what I have to say that would be of interest to anyone, anywhere. So it comes down to this, does it. The age old motivator of sibling rivalry!
So here I sit again. Wondering what to say. And wondering, and wondering some more. So since I am in the middle of moving and trying to make my just purchased house ready to move into I thought I would talk about that! WhooHoo now that is excitement. Let me tell ya!
Week One~
We started out the week very hopeful that we could somehow magically remove the stale smell of pet urine from the house via fresh air and every one's favorite smell helper Febreeze. Joy we felt all around as the smell was barely detectable after the windows had been open and a brisk, but warm breeze had been blowing through the window for a good three hours. Hope! You mean I might not have to dig deep to buy new carpet after all? Then the defeat. The oder returned from where it came from later that night after all the windows were closed up. Bummer!
Plan B.
Our good friend Ross has cleaned all kinds of things (seeing as he used to work for a cleaning company to pay his way through college) and felt like a good cleaning would do the trick. Afterall, her barely smelled anything when he came over earlier in the day (that would have been when all the windows were open and the smell was just out getting some fresh air!). He thought he would mix up a magic potion that was sure to chase the stale urine from the depths of my otherwise perfectly good carpet. My wonderful friend spent 12 hours trying to save my carpet from an everlasting life in the local place where the nice men in the blue trucks take my garbage every week. He cleaned, he sprayed, he even boiled the water! Then in a move beyond all boundaries known to friends, he got down on his hands and knees and did a sniff test. Alas, his efforts were futile. The stench of what we now bitterly refer to as "free range pets" refused to release its odoriferous self from the fibers it was so loving placed in.
Plan C.
Maybe it is just in the carpet and pad, and we can replace the pad and clean the carpet again. I made the mistake of pulling up a corner of the carpet (whilst my other good friends who make wonderful foremen) begged me not to release the monster laying underneath the carpet and just let it be. I couldn't do it. I could still smell something and I had to know how bad it really was. I really wish I wouldn't have done that. I started pulling, and each section of carpet released from the floor a tidal wave of stench from the carpet, the pad, and the floor underneath. It was clear to me that we would need to progress toward the next plan. Wizzer (which is what we have un-affectionately named the free range pet) had won the battle. Upon closer inspection it appears he/she/it had a bladder problem because the thing had successfully marked every inch of carpet available to him/her/it.
Plan D.
Buy primer, paint floor, repeat, buy new carpet.
