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Join Date: Mar 2008
Location: curator of the WTFbus museum
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Aug 13th, 2009, 08:56 AM
My grandmother used to have her dog "paper" trained, only the "paper" was actually old bath towels. The dog would piss and shit on the towels, and they'd pick up the shit and throw it away, then wad the pissy towel up and stick it in a lidded plastic garbage bin outside until it could be bleached and washed.
The smell, in mid-August, of those towels when you lifted the lid was absolutely disgusting.
That's the second time rancid piss has made me gag. The first time, I was playing at my other grandmother's house (I had around 15 younger cousins who stayed there all the time) and went to get something from a drawer in an un-air-conditioned upstairs bedroom. One of the younger kids had wet their pants or something and hid the evidence in the back corner of the drawer. The smell was exactly the same as the rotten-dogpiss smell.
To this day I can recognize that smell from quite a distance.
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