This post comes to us from my dear cousin, NikkiAngel. 

She’s not a blogger, but I totally think she should be! 

There is definitely something that creeps me out about her plight with her new pet!  

I once tried getting a bunny for the girls. After four months, Bunny had to go. No more pets in themommykelly household! Goldfish is where I draw the line. Cleaning up after pets creep me out!

Thanks, Nikki, you are an angel for helping!

Ok never did this before but willing to give it a try. I am married, mother of one beautiful child and owner to a new puppy. If you ask my child what mommy calls him she says ” a stinker and a bastard” yep you heard it right a “BAAAASTARD”.  As I sit here now and type he is barking at me (if he wakes the child up I will murder him tonite). My previous dog, sweet China, was a cocker and so so pleasant never barked I mean it never. So my experience with pets even as a child, has been great..until the Bastard came along.
 

When my daughter was born we had my sweet China, that I had had for at least 12 years.She was older and of course became newly neglected as all animals do once a new child is born but completely understandable, however if you ask my husband things went in this order of priority 1.new baby 2.china and 3. him. China got older and became ill and it was a terrible terrible loss. I didnt even wanted to look at another dog let alone bring another one into my home. But as anyone with a pet knows even though your house may be full there is still a terrible void. I thought about it for a while and two months after losing China I thought “I want another dog” and, since the dust does not settle under these feet, I mentioned it to my hubby and he said sure whatever kind of dog you want.
 

Now before I go futher I want to tell you a few things about me. I am Italian which translate to big mouth with no patience and an over-reactor oh and I have a terrible potty mouth to boot and just one other little detail…I am a GERMAPHOBE..big time..I have gotten better about alot of things because I dont want my child to be that way. My husband makes up for the fear of germs I have because he has absolutely no fear of any germ. Needless to say that is an uphill battle constantly but that is a whole nother story.
 

Ok so we go to “look” at dogs, when I told my husband I wanted to “look” of course I meant “buy” but he, being a man is a little slow on the uptake and was a little shell shocked when we walked out of there with the Bastard mumbling that he didnt think he was ready for the responsibility..(ah hon a little too late for that thanks though sweetie) He is an adorable black and white sheltie/eskimo mix “Santini”(my husband named him its from the Godfather, not too italian eh?) so sweet little doggie cuddling in our arms and my sweet child’s room, our bed (on a blanket though) looking so sweet and so innocent, sun is shining, birds are chirping the world is wonderful.
 

Brought him to his first vet appt and the little BASTARD has parasites…ugh my world was turned upside down..honeslty if my child came over to me and blew on me as i was listening to the vets message on the machine she would have knocked me into next week. Upon talking to the vet she suggested it was normal, though very many people suggest it is not if the dog came from a healthy environment, but that my new friends is another whole nother story, anyhow the vet said get him on meds, pick up the poo and wash hands after touching him, HELLO anyone with a child under 3 and a husband over 35 knows that washing hands is not much of a priority and sometimes a huge meltdown issue, yes for both of them.  We had dogs all our lives..never heard of parasites, ticks, wash hands, pick up the shit, cant sleep in the bed, cant lick your face, cant go on the couch and so on..the dogs we had were part of the family I mean would you tell your grandma she couldnt sit on the couch! So I get on the internet checking these parasites, call my md, call the pediatrician, go onto the center for control disease website..oh I’m not kidding, when I said germaphobe I meant it! So no one can give me a straight answer other then keep the kid away from the poo..not as simple as that because the f*cking poo can be anywhere and everywhere and to a phobe like me I feel like I live in a shithouse now. Its not the money though we have spent an additional $245.00 on these parasites and probably $300.00 on paper towels and plastic bags and wipes, its not the fact that yes he is a new puppy and it is time consuming, its the fact that I dont want it affecting my child at all. I am beside myself at times with worry that so overcomes me and then I say “put it in its place” because as I have read on the internet ( if there are any fellow germaphobes out there skip the next sentence) you can get these parasites from just about anywhere, infected water and soil so in reality it can be anywhere. The thing that really burns my ass is I bought him from a pet store who said they DID NOT buy from puppy mills, brought him into our home and around my child, thinking he is fine but finding out otherwise. They should be ashamed of themselves and I would love to send them a big package of parasite poo .hmm.(note to self: get a box to pack up the poo in)
 

So we start the meds for the Bastard. 5 Days, pick up poo, STERILIZE my hands even though I am doing all of this via a plastic bag, bath after medicine is done.
 

Now a new puppy I was told belongs in a small crate that he can only turn around in. So we get all this stuff for him. We come down the first morning after the dreaded news and even though my hubby walked him in the am and somehow did not notice the SHIT that was in his cage and that he had been lying in all nite…DISGUSTING, did I mention I am a germaphobe? so the Bastard gets bath number 1, next day bath number 2, next day bath number 3 i kid you not..this dog had the cleanest asshole around…parasites or not i dont dig a dog laying in crap all nite and then laying all over my house. So i came up with an idea to get a giant crate put his bed on one side and his pee pee pad on the other and viola it should be settle and was and it went very good..shit on the pad, sleep on the bed…then we go for another vet visit ..check the poo and guess what…the Bastard has another kind of parasite..ugh ugh ugh..are you kidding me…so here we go again meds for 5 days, pick up the poo and bath after its finished oh and did I mention I have to wipe the Bastards little ass after every poo..hello “can I just throw him in the garbage” came to mind ..so here we go again sam..we finish the meds go to the vet and guess what still has them. Yep I said STILL has them…not as bad as before the vet says, ah hello a parasite’s a parasite no matter how you slice the poo..so the vet says  we are “on the right track” the only track I am thinking of tying the dog down to has a train going over them…so I go thru the motions again..and he is now done with his third round of medicine..we go next week to recheck him again. I feel a bit better and hopefully they are gone. I have been thru nites of “I am getting rid of him” had him all set up and ready, in my mind, to be gone but then the morning comes and as always things dont look as bad. My therapist says this is good therapy for me..hello is that what I pay you $150 an hour for? Maybe you can come to my house and pick up the poo..ha kidding I love her!!
 

So tonite I take him out 4 times before he actually does anything besides run circles around me and bite my ankles, which is abnormal but ok he can have an off day, so he runs to his poop area and is taking a bit longer to run back and I go to see what he is doing….guess what…he is eating his CRAP!!!!    UGH  I have to go, I have to get the Lysol and spray his mouth, his ass and everywhere in between…