You may recall this post a little while ago and the follow up here
One thing about having a dog is that the house can smell….. well……. doggish.
I suppose we are immune to the whiff, but sometimes it catches one if not both of us wrong and we think YIKES!
Sometimes it is not her, but her bedding, so she now has two which we use in relay so that when one is washed, the other is in use. We washed her bedding today and the duvet inside so that is lovely and clean ready for next time now.
However, I do like the house to smell fresh, and so resort to air fresheners.
We have a whoosher in the bathroom, one that is battery operated and releases a spray every nine, eighteen or thirty six minutes depending on the setting. It’s a nice floral fragrance called Fresh Cotton which smells of clean washing dried outside on the line, and we have it on the longest setting when necessary, though it is always switched off at night.
I have a same fragrance/brand gel air freshener in the hall.
So, for me to buy the ‘Cotton’ diffuser in my above mentioned posts, you can understand my disappointment at being choked in my own home.
Sigh. I bought a gel freshener a few days ago and put it in the bedroom last night as it was a bit ‘doggy’. Yep, the wrong one and it was high. So I moved it into the hall and the one from the hall into the lounge.
It was not good. The coughs started for both of us so I got up, unlocked the front door and shoved it outside.
It took three hours with open windows for the air to become bearable.
I was up at 6 to let the dog out, and greeted by a heavy residue of pong as soon as I opened the door! I saw to Maggie, got the keys and took the offending gel pack to the bin. Thank goodness it was bin collection day today.
I relocked the gate, came back to bed and slept for another couple of hours. Hurrah.
The bin guys came around midday, and when ours was upended into the wagon, I swore I saw a couple of confused nose wrinkles and a blue haze escort the rubbish into the bowels of their compressor.