Poor Girl...

Daisy Mae
Originally uploaded by dcumminsusa

Explosive Diarrhea.

"Isn't that a cool term?"

"Yes, but it isn't a cool problem."

"No, but it's a damn funny problem when it's someone else's problem."

"That is very true..."

That was a phone conversation I had with a friend near the start of the year. I came home from work as usual and when I opened the front door...

PWHAM!

It hit me, "What is that smell?"

Our youngest dog had had explosive diarrhea in her crate. Poor thing. I have no idea how long she was standing in her crate trying to avoid her own mess, but she had made quite the mess. It was on the walls, on the tile (her crate is in the kitchen), and on the carpet several feet away. Her crate has a tray in the bottom of it (so she isn't standing or lying on the wires), so she was doing her best to avoid putting her feet into the foul ooze.

I called the Girlfriend to let her know the situation... she told me it couldn't be *that* bad and to clean it up and call the vet. I didn't bother clean it up, but simply put the crate out in the front yard (as it was the shortest distance to go), confident no one in their right mind would steal anything covered in shite, and put the dog in the Jeep.

I met the Girlfriend at the vet; we got some antibiotics for her and headed home.

We walked into the house... and the Girlfriend then realized that when I said "Explosive Diarrhea" I meant it.

We cleaned and bleached for a few hours and then went to bed.

Why am I sharing this story on my blog? Last week this happened again... on a MUCH smaller scale. However, looking back on it now the girlfriend and I can laugh about this whole thing. Despite being about poop; I find this story quite amusing and back in February I would have never expected to have experienced "Explosive Diarrhea" twice in one year.