Heavy rain + dogs = wet dogs + wood floor + shaking dry = skating rink + wet dogs banging into everything + dripping dry = entire house smelling like wet dog = not cool.

I always thought I’d like having wood floors, but I think I’ve been disabused of that notion. Carpet has its limitations, but in the end I can douse it with powder or Fabreze, run the Dyson over it and it’s good as new. Oddly, the wood floor only seems to encourage the wet dogs getting excited and sliding headlong into everything in the house. Letting the carpet suck up that wet dog funk and then covering it up seems much more practical, because let’s be honest, the chances of my mopping the entire house on a Tuesday night are slim to none. At least with carpet you can’t really see how bad things are. Ignorance is, indeed, bliss.