My dog was acting a bit weird this morning.  The only way I can describe it is to say that she was 'slouchy'... she normally sits very erect.  Today her head was hung like she had done something wrong and her shoulders were, well, slouchy.  I thought it was also strange that she didn't want to eat her breakfast before I left to drop Baby Duck off at school, but I was on a time schedule so I went ahead and put her in her kennel.
When I got back home and let her out, I didn't think anything of it.  I brewed some coffee and started to make some toast.  I heard a very strange gurgling sound in the sunroom and went to investigate.  The smell knocked me back instantly.  The mess I saw was fully unidentifiable.  To this minute I have know idea which end of her it came from.  It had all the look of coming from the front, yet all the odor of coming from... well, I can't even finish typing that thought.
It was soaking into the rug quite rapidly, so I did the only thing my panic-stricken brain could come up with:  I opened the back door and pushed the dog outside, got a roll of paper towels to sop up everything that wasn't on the rug, rolled the rug up and hauled it out to the garbage and went to town with disinfectant.
That's right.  Not even an attempt was made to clean the rug.  I kept trying to come up with a plan to clean it thoroughly, but I was breathing through my daughter's fleece neck warmer.  All I could come up with was "Holy cow what if I get it mostly clean but the smell never goes away?  It's just a rug, for goodness' sake!  Just chuck it and be done!  You can't even nail down the exact nature of the mess!  It's not worth it!"  I have cleaned some pretty nasty messes in my day without complaining.  I even cleaned the portion of this mess that could not be thrown out.  But I just couldn't justify trying to salvage a rug that could easily continue to harbor who-knows-what.  Call me wasteful if you will.  I'm going to call it health-conscious.

CL