These guys used to have a dog in the shed. The shed was covered with straw, and surrounded by a kennel.
Problem: there was poop in the straw. Lots of it. The shed was so stinky, it wasn't even funny. So, after a few hours, and a bunch of garbage bags, later, we were done.
The shed now shelters our garden tools, and after having bleached the floor, thoroughfully sprayed the place with Fabreze, and letting two of those nice smelling cones that are supposed to di-stink rooms, the shed still smells like a zoo. Gosh, I hate that dog... Yeah, it was all the dog's fault...
It's doorless for now, but as soon as someone gives me a door, I'll fix that.
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