New dog = Love and Extreme Fatigue

Meet Benson:

Testify!

This weekend we rented a Rug Doctor and bought its related cleaning products from the slightly-more-ghetto Safeway in our neighborhood.

And let me tell you, I was verrrry skeptical. Especially when it cost 57 bucks.

But, (oh, let me share with you the most wonderful "but") it worked. It worked so amazingly well. The stain remover alone erased all evidence of our visiting dogs intestinal indiscretions. And the Rug Doctor itself made the apartment smell deliciously clean and removed so much soot from our aged Berber carpet that I almost started to think that covering the ground of your abode (that you walk on like ALL THE TIME) with easily soiled and absorbent fabric might not be such a bad idea.

I could eat off this carpet. Thats how clean it really is.

I'd like to end this post with a shout out to my Lovie. Who not only was not initially intimidated by the Rug Doctor (I was s-t-r-e-s-s-e-d), but worked ever so hard sudding and sucking the carpet clean AND even moved the furniture about in the living room a few times to appease me as I rearranged.

What. A. Catch.

Forth of July...

Plans to go camping
+
Checking the weather forecast
+
Deciding not to risk drowning in an tent on a holiday weekend
+
Neighborhood BBQ
+
Massive amounts of illegal fireworks
=
Ahhh... America!