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conspicuous-clown-car · 7 months
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considering how fnaf was based off of chuck e cheese, them doing this sly 'fnaf but not legally fnaf' cash grab just proves my point of how spot on scott cawthon was with making fazbear entertainment a shitty company. CEC Entertainment really is that bad
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pearsquare · 5 years
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Day two
So we wake up super early to make sure we feed and walk this dog at the times she is used to. Disappointing because I have to wake up early every day for work and I really look forwards to sleeping in a bit on the weekends. But it has to be done. As we’re getting the dog out of her crate my housemate comments on a smell coming out of her crate but on quick glance didn’t see anything. I take a quick sniff and don’t really smell anything but my nose is also a little stuffed up from being sick. We don’t think anything of it and take the dogs for a walk.
We get back and my housemate is wide awake but I am still pretty sleepy so I go nap for about half an hour while she keeps an eye on the pets. I come back downstairs and my housemate tells me that she inspected the crate further and noticed that the dog threw up in there overnight. She cleaned the bit that was on the outside of the crate and on the floor but said she couldn’t bring herself to clean the rest that was on her bed (again she has a crazy fear of throwup) so okay nbd I got it. I also wanted to do my laundry that day so I decided to wait to clean the cage until after then. So I eat breakfast, have a coffee, do my laundry and then get down to business cleaning out her crate.
I could see the little bit of throw up on her bed just by looking in. It didn’t seem like that much. Probably going to be an easy clean I thought. I reach in to grab her bedding to inspect further and as soon as I grab onto her bed my hand is soaking wet. Her bed, her blanket and the crate was soaked with pee. I was immediately upset of course. I decided I need to get this bed out of the crate and get the crate out of the house. I didn’t want to drip pee through the house from the bed so I just took the whole crate into the garage where the washing machine was.
From there I pulled the dog bed out of the crate to discover that there was not throw up on her bedding but diarrhea. It was everywhere. On her bed. Underneath her bed. On the crate on her blanket. You name it. (But surprisingly none on her? That we saw anyway) I. Was. Piiiiiiised. I then brought the crate outside in the freezing rain and hosed it off in the backyard.Then after a lot of stressing and getting emotional I scraped the poop off of her bedding as best I could and put it in the wash. I had to put this stuff through two heavy soil cycles to get them clean and then I ran a sanitary cycle with nothing in it to be safe.
My housemate and I are pissed. And here’s a little side note. Both of us, before moving here to Alaska had family dogs that were both about 16 years old. We both went through horrible experiences with them in their final years due to their age and deteriorating health. It was awful. I can’t even tell you how many times we’ve cried to each other on the phone while scrubbing dog shit off the floor. In March we put my dog sam down. Last October she had to put her dog down. It was the hardest and most painful experience that we both went through together. The death of our pets saddened us to our core and still saddens us today but it was an enormous weight lifted off of our and our families shoulders. We didn’t have to be prisoners in our own homes because we had to worry about the dogs. We didn’t have to dread coming home to dog poop and pee everywhere every day. We didn’t have to miss out on seeing friends and family because the dogs can’t be left at home alone for too long. It was freeing and sad and a blessing and pain. Still fresh in our memories and hearts. Good and bad.
So anyway we have errands to run and want to hang out and get a coffee because we are people with lives? (Whaaaaat?) so we close the barricade to the kitchen and keep the dogs in there while we’re gone. I think we were gone maybe two hours. We get home and notice the pantry was open. Okay we expected that. But there’s no food on the bottom anymore anyway so she didn’t get into anything obviously. WRONG. This bitch popped open the other dogs CLOSED CONTAINER of food and ate who knows how much of it. We are pissed. And our actual housemates dog is super nervous all the time and with us scolding the other dog all day he was even more nervous because he could tell we were angry and thinks we’re angry at him. So not only is this dog ruining our weekend but it’s ruining the dog that fucking lives here’s weekend too.
We take the dog outside to see if she’s feeling sick or to try to get her to poop or SOMETHING so we don’t have anymore accidents in the house. We bring her back in and start watching tv because we’re too angry to try to go anywhere. It’s at this point that we realize we forgot to feed the cat this morning. (The cats food/water/and littler have been moved upstairs away from the dogs so like out of sight out of mind ya know?) so my housemate gives her a quick scoop of food and apologizes to her.
This dog starts sniffing like a mad man all around the living room and pacing because she can smell the cat food and is trying to find some for herself. When she relishes the food is out of her reach what does she do? She pees on the carpet. This is it. This is the final straw with her freedom. We decide she can’t be trusted anywhere there is carpet anymore because she’s had too many accidents and we’re not taking anymore chances. So we put her in the kitchen and barricade her in. We move all of her stuff in there. She’s only coming out when we have to take her outside now. And honestly. I don’t even feel bad. Ya blew it, pup.
We ended up staying up pretty late that night because hey it’s a Saturday on a long weeks we’re gonna fucking stay up. I think we finally went to bed around 1 or 2 am.
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