I have a pretty intimate relationship with Stanley Steemer. They alone are familiar with the horrors that have been in my carpet. And when I say horrors I mean um... body waste. My dog has had one or two accidents during thunderstorms (normally we sedate her when a storm is coming, but every now and then the storm hits before her meds do); we watched my parents' dog for a while too who has some anxiety issues of his own. I can empathize because I certainly have anxiety attacks around here and I flippin' live here. Anyway, Stanley had to come out a few times during the dog's stay, God love 'em. Then there's the obvious potty-training things that went on; most recently I forgot to put a diaper on* Adrienne (who does that?!) and she twosied all over the living room, mashing the ickiness in with as much vengeance as a one year old can muster. Naturally, I'll be enlisting Stanley Steemer's services to work on Molly's nail polish escapade from a few weeks ago (you remember, right? Maybe not if you don't have bright red spots serving as harsh reminders). So, I am an S.S. fan already- but throw an alpaca commercial into the mix and they become true rockstars.
*Here's the kicker- this is not the first time I've forgotten to diaper a kid- a couple years ago Molly wet all over me at church before I realized she was going commando