A post from Dooce.com made me choke on my own spit from laughing so hard. Heather Armstrong, the writer, shared a story that involved diarrhea from both her toddler and her dog. It was very cringeworthy but if you can’t laugh at a good poop story, you need to relax.
Her story reminded me of Baxter’s “issues” last summer. I don’t know if it was the stress of the move, or if he ate something that ruined his precious little intestines, but it was the summer of what we called Insane Rocket Diarrhea.
A few weeks after moving in to the house, we bought a sisal rug from Pottery Barn and within TWENTY FOUR HOURS, the dog had insane rocket diarrhead on it. I called a million places only to be told by Stanley Steamer, “Sisal? No you can’t clean that. You’re not even supposed to get that wet.”
A gallon of water and a pound of oxiclean later, I have a mostly clean but seriously misshapen sisal rug. After a few trips to the vet and a prescription or two, I wound up with an overweight, rice and chicken addicted pup, but he was fine. I still love him. Most of the time.