Yesterday, I decided that I have wonderfully well-behaved dogs. When I left the house, I gave them the entire downstairs, rather than putting them in their room and blocking off the rest of the house. It was the morning (sleepytime), I wouldn't be gone long, and they like to sleep on the living room furniture and look out the front window. They're big dogs now; why not give them some responsibility?

Big mistake.

There was some Elmer's Carpenter's Wood Glue on the dining room table from where we'd been doing a little project or something. One of them got up in a chair and got the bottle down. They chewed it up, pooling big nasty spots of wood glue on the carpet. Now that it's dried, it's like the carpet has petrified. It actually goes [crunch] when you step on it. Ugh.

Neither of the dogs had glue on their feet, noses, or jowls. Maggie had a little tiny spot on her chest. They're surprisingly tidy with their personal grooming when wreaking senseless destruction on their environment. (They did something similar to this with a bottle of betadine not so long ago, and they were completely spotless.) They both seem fine, so even though glue is certainly a bad thing for dogs, I think they'll live.

The carpet cleaning people will visit this afternoon to see if they can make a dent. The dogs will be in their room. And they'll be there every time we leave from now on, because dogs aren't very good at being responsible, so their people have to do it for them.