it actually smells better
this is the room my roommates locked their dog in when she was a puppy and let her pee all over the carpet. My partner and I tore out all the carpet and have been trying to get the pee smell out.
Our first attempt was with Nature's Miracle. It just made everything smell like perfume for a while and the pee smell kept coming back. I got it because it was readily available locally at stores.
But then someone recommended My Pet Peed (only available online) after I was complaining about my roommates' dog peeing on my tile floors on Facebook. (Yeah, they also let the dog pee all over the tile downstairs so it's not just this carpet)
It took two applications but the smell is gone!! It hasn't gotten any of the stains out of the wood (all their ads say it will) but we're painting it over with oil based primer (I wanted Kilz but I bought a different brand because it came in a bigger bucket) and then putting new floors in anyway so I don't care about the stains. It also got rid of the perfume smell from the Nature's Miracle!
I think we are going to fix this room up as a bedroom now. My partner didn't believe we'd ever get the smell out fully but we did!
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reality check
I was planning on using the spare room as our bedroom and my old room more like a living room/kitchen area but I talked about it with my partner and he was just like "why?" And I really had to rethink it.
My partner wants to use my old room as our room because it's the one room in the house that doesn't smell like pee and wants to fix up the kitchen so we can use it. We're still trying to get the urine smell out of the small spare room. I just sprayed the walls and floors with My Pet Peed so well find out soon if it lives up to the hype.
I'd been isolating myself in my bedroom for so long I forgot how fucked it is that I can't use the rest of my house. I shouldn't have to cook in my bedroom. What the fuck. My roommates ruined the house.
I've been way too forgiving because I know they struggle with mental illness. But it's fucked that they made the house unhealthy for their pets and me to live in. We should have called animal control. My partner says they're abusing me by neglecting their pets and making the house a biohazard. I never thought of it that way and I'm having a major paradigm shift.
I struggle with mental health too and I NEVER made my dog & cat live in their own piss and shit.
Anyway, I gotta get on clearing out my room so we can use it as a bedroom. It's still so full of stuff.
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this weekend has been actually crazy for me holy crap!!!!
my dog died yesterday and its been a roller coaster of emotions, rn i feel fine but earlier i was sobbing uncontrollably. later I'll be sobbing no doubt and then be fine again. like rn im chilling in bed drawing warrior cats like my baby didn't die in my arms yesterday like lol???
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Kotallo/Aloy "there's only one bed" pre-relationship for the drabble requests? (I'm basic and I love this trope)
Hell yeah, I love when there's only one bed!!! (But also oops I made it angsty)
Dare To Look (Aloy/Kotallo)
Kotallo steps into Aloy’s quarters with all the confidence and boldness of a fox caught between a Stormbird and a Thunderjaw. His eyes dart around to look at anything that isn’t her. She’s the one who offered him to stay the night, and yet… He doesn’t feel he should be here, with her, in her space. Her personal, private space. “I can simply leave to get the parts needed for the bed right now, I don’t wish to intrude-“
Aloy merely looks at him and he swallows. She has this way of looking at people that makes them fall silent in an instant with the understanding that any objection will not be heard. He usually admires it, but he is anything but thrilled to have it cast on himself. “I can see the dark circles through your paint, Kotallo. And I fought a Stormbird and a Thunderjaw today and I ran into two Slitherfangs on the way back, so I’m going to get a good night’s sleep now. You should, too.”
He nods, tightly, unwilling to refuse, and makes his way to the large carpet in front of her bed. He can’t even sit down on it before she stops him.
“Don’t even think about it. You’re not sleeping on the floor.”
“I really don’t want to intrude.”
She gives him a look he doesn’t quite know how to read now, stern but not as serious and with an eyebrow quirked up. He hasn’t seen her use it before, but he nods and sits down on the bed, next to her, as she takes off her armor, revealing a simple tunic underneath.
He doesn’t dare look at her for too long, for fear she might find it indecent. He turns away to get out of his own armor and can’t help but bitterly smile to himself. It’s her learning the truth that he’s afraid of. That his thoughts so often do turn indecent when he thinks about her and especially when he sees her fight, drenched in sweat and fire in her greenshine eyes.
And she mustn't know. He’d rather remain in this state of minor but persistent agony than have her reject him and look at him with the same pity she regards Erend with sometimes.
“You can’t intrude when I’ve invited you. Now come lie down.” Her voice is firm but gentle and he is not about to disobey her. Not when she's smiling at him. Not when the dim lights make her hair glow like a cozy campfire in a cold night.
So, he lies down, at as respectful a distance as he can manage in this bed that is, while larger than his own, still evidently made for only one person. Her scent is in his nose, his eyes caught in the intricate braids in her hair, and he wonders how, in the name of the Ten, he is supposed to find any sleep tonight.
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