Un-Doing 3 Years of Dog in One Afternoon

For the last year I have been telling Tim we need to replace the carpet in our house because it was trashed.  Before we had Graham we had 2 dogs, one of which was a rescued Australian Shepard (Brinkley).  Brinkley was a very loving dog, but due to conditions in his life before living with us, he had some "issues" we'll call it.  The poor dog was terrified of EVERYTHING, men, cars, loud noises, flashing lights, you name it and the dog had some phobia about it.  So Brinkley clung to me like glue, all the time.  And when he wasn't clinging to me, he was hiding in our master bathroom panting due to something that must have scared him?  The poor guy just loved me to death.  Tim, well he loved Tim a little because Tim fed him and took him for walks/ to the dog park, but outside of that, Brinkley was truly a mama's boy... until we had Graham  :(

Brinkley still loved me when I came home from he hospital.  He missed me and was really interested in seeing and sniffing on Graham, until he cried... it was all over from there!  As soon as Graham opened his mouth and tha first cry came out Brinkley bolted out of sight and because Graham was with me almost all the time, Brinkley was completely lost.  How could I be his protector if I was with that crying 'thing' all the time?  So for 3 months Brinkley did one of 3 things: he hid in the bathroom (why he felt safe there no one knows),  he went out in the backyard and wouldn't come in (this was wonderful of course because Graham was born in January and we had like 3 feet of snow in the backyard, everyone loves dragging an 80lb dog through knee deep snow to get him to come in), or he threw up EVERYWHERE!  He was so nervous about the baby and the baby swing and the baby monitor or baby toys that he just couldn't take it and he threw up  :(  Emma, either out of sympathy for Brinkley or because she herself is somewhat neurotic, also took to this throwing up.  So between Brinkley, Emma and Graham, who was the world's most projectile vomiting baby ever, my carpet literally was destroyed... or so I thought.

Tim really wasn't pumped about spending the money to put in new carpeting, so I finally convinced him a good professional carpet cleaning might do the job.  Oh do I love professional carpet cleaning!  On Monday I called a Cleanup business some friends of ours own and asked for an appointment.  Today at 1:00, Greg came to clean my carpets.  Greg, I was so excited at what an excellent job you did I almost hugged you, but I thought it might be inappropriate seeing as we just met.  My carpets look brand new, woo hoo!  :)  No mo dog puke, no more formula stains, it was like magic... well except for poor Greg was here for close to 2 hours trying to get that 'magic' to work, poor guy had no idea what he was getting himself into.  Needless to say I am more than thrilled with my newly cleaned house.  Now I just need to figure out how to keep it clean.  Maybe Graham, Tim and Emma will just need to start living outside... the weather is getting nicer  ;)