there is definitely a place for paper towels...

...and it's in my house after dear Daisy goes all exorcist on me and hurls disgusting gobs of ick all over the hardwood floor. You know, the one with all the cracks in it.

Ugggghhh. We'd been surviving quite nicely without paper towels for a while. But as soon as Daisy was done barfing, I was on the phone to all the neighbours begging for paper towels. (Successfully, thank all the cleaning goddesses!) It took about 1/2 a roll to clean up. And that was AFTER I had scooped as much as I could into a bowl to go in the garbage. This was the dog barf from hell, literally (if hell contains a chicken coop where the chickens are regularly fed our leftover corn husks. not sure about that, but is seems plausible.)

Lessons learned: don't let the dog forage in the chicken coop, and if the dog DOES do this, don't subsequently give the dog a whole pile of leftover oatmeal. Also, always have paper towels on hand. You don't have to use them, just hide them at the back of some neglected cupboard somewhere, but don't not have them!