We're having our carpets professionally cleaned this weekend for the first time...ever. I know, I know, it's gross. We didn't even have our carpets cleaned at our first house when we moved in after the cat people had left. Living in a house with cat carpets has an advantage: when you dump a gallon of paint on the carpet because you thought the lid was on tight before shaking it, you can laugh hysterically as the giant puddle of paint gets absorbed by the floor. The carpet was going anyway, so why bother cleaning up the Valdez of paint spills?But this house is different because the carpet needs to stick around longer. For some reason the previous owner thought nearly white carpet would be perfect. They had a child and I could only imagine the rules in place to keep the nearly white carpet pristine. Paper booties over shoes/socks/feet? Eating while standing over the kitchen sink? The plastic walkways my grandparents used? We have no rules and as a result, every step we've taken is grotesquely visible. We've pledged to keep the current flooring as long as we own a dog and I swear there are some days I look at her and...what? Did you think I was going to say "will her health to fail?" Because that is awful and nothing I would ever think. I will admit to filling out an actuary's table in my head, but that's different. Pugs don't live forever, people.