I'm trying to remember...who's the other one? We might want to um...keep in touch.
Here's a "crime scene" story:
Last Fall, our dog (GSD) seriously hurt himself. I was in the shower trying to unwind (my mom's wake was the next day) and my DH comes barging in asking where the Pet First Aid Kit was. (Do you think either of us could remember??) A neighbor's house had been robbed, and the police came to ask if we had seen/heard anything. Well, since our charming GSD was not socialized as he should have been (huge regret, and very irresponsible of us, I admit), he totally freaks out when anyone is at our house, so DH had put him in the garage while he spoke to the officer. Apparently, there was a broken glass container in there next to the door and our GSD, frantically jumping on the door into the house to get at the stranger, got sliced badly on the back of his leg.
When LE left and DH let GSD in the house, GSD went running past him before he realized he was bleeding profusely. I came out of the shower to find the kitchen floor and the porch floor covered in smeared blood, and actual puddles of blood on the garage floor. While I got dressed (in flannel pajama pants

) and called a vet which is open late (this was about 7 PM), DH bandaged the dog's leg, wrapped it in plastic, and um...duct taped it. Then we put another plastic bag over it, and duct taped that. By the time we got to the vet, there was blood all over the back of DH's
COMPANY car...a van. DH was not happy. Nope. And I was wearing basically pajamas, had soaking wet hair and no makeup on. Not that that's what was important...I'm just setting the scene.
Brought GSD into the vet...blood all over the floor. And since he doesn't like strangers, and put up such a fight, he was ALL over the place. For the two hours we were there, they kept having to bring out a mop to clean up. Then we left GSD for another two hours while they sewed him up under anesthesia (they were concerned about putting him under, with all the blood loss) and he came out of it. Let me tell you...after 17 days with my mother in the hospital, and 5 days of dealing with wacky relatives ALL from out of state (and one sibling in another country) and trying to plan the funeral, this was the LAST thing I needed.
Meanwhile, DS (17 at the time) was at a HS event, and I was trying to get a hold of him from the vet's because we never cleaned up the blood at home, since we left in such a hurry! I was a wreck that he'd get home, find us not home and blood all over the place. No answer on his cell phone. I just happened to be in touch with DD by text, away at college, making plans for her to come home for my mother's wake/funeral, and told her briefly about the dog (I'm texting challenged and keep them as short as possible). So she texts her brother and says "Did you hear what happened to the dog?" Um...he hadn't, and she really didn't have details, and it was a mess all around. But, it did turn out that I got a hold of him before he got home, and we all got home around the same time.
DH never cleaned the floor of the garage...just covered it with old blankets. Hope we can sell the house. LOL And DH has coupons for car cleaning, but hasn't brought it since then. Wonder what they'll think about those spots they can't get out.
So that's my "crime scene" story.