Oh man, let me tell you what these dogs have been doing to me this weekend. My mom and dad are up in the mountains so I'm watching the dogs, nothing big, giving them food, letting them out when they need to pee, the same stuff I do pretty much every day, not really worth mentioning. But Friday morning I wake up and one of them has shit all over the place. And I'm not lucky enough to discover this by seeing the shit, oh no, I'm lucky enough to discover it by bare-foot walking in the shit. I mean it's all over and it's runny. The kitchen floor, half of the living room, my god damn room. The fucking dog shit on my bed a foot away from my head! So fuck right, I don't factor in time in my day for cleaning up shit so I've got to get to school so I do what I can to clean up the major messes and figure I'll leave the hardcore cleaning for later. So I go through my Friday and end up being out all day and night, but luckily they don't shit anymore. So I let them out to pee and then let them back in when they're done. After a minute I take a few steps and feel something wet and I'm thinking great, more shit. I look down and the bottom of my foot is all red. I've got dog menstral blood all over my fucking feet! I look down and the dog, who's only been back inside for two minutes, has pretty much managed to cover all the areas she shit over with her lady dog blood. At this point I'm like fuck it, there is no way I'm cleaning shit and menstral blood. Not this guy. Even more I decide this dog is going to spend the weekend outside. So I put her out and go to bed, after washing my feet and crying. I wake up on Saturday and on my way to the bathroom I look into the room where the dog always sleeps and she's on the bed sleeping. And since I just woke up and haven't pissed yet my mind's not working and I'm just really freaked out. The dog's been jumping the fence lately and I figure she must have done that and one of the neighbors let her in. Still freaking scary though. Thought I had a Cujo on my hands for a minute. I don't know, the dog hasn't shit or bled anymore and my parents are coming back a little later today. This is one of those times I'm really glad I don't really smell things cause I'm sure this place is rank. Personally, I wouldn't even clean the carpet, I would just get a box cutter, rip it up, and go get some new carpet. And put this dog up for adoption.