Remember yesterday when I wasn’t sure if the other shoe was going to drop? Well it did. In the form of explosive dogorrhea from our crated and ashamed weimaraner Lucy.
I don’t feel the need to elaborate and I’m guessing you don’t want me to either. I’ll say this: I’d much rather have Logorrhea given my recent penchant for ficlets.
I’m thankful that Lucy’s bought of bowel-emptying came a day before our housecleaning. We had to do the old mop up/launder/disinfect dance but we were followed up by a more thorough whole-house cleansing that will leave us all minty fresh.
Thank heavens for scheduling omens.
And that’s about it for today, innit?
A word to the wise: letting an 80-pound dog eat Koi food because your pre-schooler spilled some outside might not be a winning proposition.
Tomorrow: no more dogorrhea!