The Cleaning Saga - A Pound of Hair

A few days after the closing I finally have time to visit the house. It's been sitting for a while and though the power was on the entire time, it still managed to get musty. My first impression walking in: HOLY DOG SMELL. Yes. Now the fun part of home ownership. CLEANING!

This is me straight up passing judgment on others, but I would think I would clean just a little before giving my house to someone else. I wasn't expecting a perfect house, but at least pick up the gum wrappers off the floor. I shouldn't be able to clone your fluffy white dog, your black terrier mix dog, your fire crotch friend, or you based on the amount of DNA left behind.

A little part of me wonders what we did at buyers that pissed them off to leave shit in the toilet. We gave them what they wanted for a buying price without too much issues. Yes I asked for them to service the air condition because the filter hadn't been changed in years. Maybe it was me, more likely it was them. I promise to the next buyers that I will clean this house so that it's decent for their arrival. #Karma.

In the house there was so much human hair, dog hair, and just general grossness. I could tell that dogs just peed along the walls and she didn't clean it up. There was hair in the sink and oh a nice gift in every single toilet. RUDE. I gave you a ton of money, flush the damn toilet.

Cleaning day 1 - Armed with some basic cleaning supplies provided by the Queen of Clean Momma Moy. I set to work on the kitchen. I must have cleaned out an inch of dog hair from the FREEZER. The fridge was equally gross, but at least the food was all gone.

Cleaning day 2 - I tossed and turned all night about the hairballs and the smell. The next day I borrowed an old vacuum and set to work. Four hours of vacuuming all the tumble fur. I left with a 1 pound bag of human hair and dog hair. I don't think this lady owned a vacuum or she just didn't use it in the past few months.

So next John purchased some Febreze to see what we can salvage. It will be an adventure, but we'll see, I suppose. I just sort of feel gross whenever I leave that place (aka my home). I will get it cleaned professionally and definitely steam the carpet, but right now I'm having some serious grossness issues. At least she wasn't a meth maker.

Kim would like new carpet for Christmas/30th Birthday. Feel free to donate to the cause.

Lesson learned: I absolutely now appreciate how clean permanent roommate Dorothy keeps our house. We have a large dog that sheds a lot, but you would never know aside from the barking and large cage. I also now know where I get my OCD from about hair on the floor.

So what are your tricks for getting out the smell of dog? Post in the comments below. 

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