Puddin' Pop in Trouble

We have two of the sweetest puppy dogs ever.  Knox absolutely adores them:  loves hugging them, chasing them and watching them wrestle each other.  Tallulah Belle, aka Lula, is the skinny white one that is much more energetic, but less likely to stay still for Knox to love on.  Chloe Kahne, aka Chloe or Puddin' Pop, is the slightly overweight, lazy one but will lay still for lovings until Knox drives her crazy.  (She's the one that rides cargo in the stroller for walks.)

I say all of this to preface that despite how loving Chloe is, she's definitely the black sheep, so to speak.  Our couch and oversize chair have holes chewed in the corner of nearly every cushion.  Our carpet has seen better days--when she has to go, she HAS to go.  We've gone through multiple packs of pacifiers, since the little sneak will grab them off our chair-side table and chew (and eat) them.  You think we'd realize by now that she needs to be in her crate whenever we're not home (that is the time she reeks havoc), we've just gotten out of the habit.  All of this we've taken somewhat in stride, but yesterday she almost broke the camel's back.  Well, actually she did, but my tears and pleading saved her.

I came home from running errands and picking Knox up from school to find this:

This is the scene of the crime.  Can you tell what it is?  I should have left the "murder weapon" where I found it, and you might be able to tell.  Guess I wouldn't make it for long on CSI.  It's black ink from the pen Chloe was chewing on, smack dab in the middle of our living room carpet.  I know the pen was NOT on the ground.  I had just picked up the downstairs, so I guess she got it from the table?  Once she burst the ink cartridge, she managed to step in it and track it EVERYWHERE downstairs.  Each of the following pictures are different areas of downstairs she managed to massacre.

She looks a little ashamed/scared in this one.  Another image of the originating crime scene.

Behind the recliner and front door entrance.

Walking from originating point to the kitchen.

And on to the dog bowls.

Lucky for her, the trail was easily cleaned from the hard floors.  Removal from the carpet was a little tougher.  Prints came up for the most part using a Magic Eraser and baby wipes.  The origination was much, much tougher.  I got up as much as I could using a sopping wet Eraser and towels.  When Keith got home, he managed to get the kinda-broken steam cleaner to work with the attachment brush.  Our carpet has been stained previously, but this was the icing that it will have to be removed.  This fiasco just confirmed the fact that I want hardwood throughout the downstairs--don't you agree???