Crap!

I came home yesterday to the most horrific sight imaginable. Opened the door from the garage to the house, and in the hallway that lead to the living room there was carnage. Gastrointestinal carnage.

First, some backstory. I had bought some new biscuits for Bandit the day before, and even though he has a sensitive stomach, he's usually been pretty good with biscuits like milk bones and stuff. So I bought this new variety from the same company that makes his dog food. He probably had about 4 or 5 of them that evening. Well, they must not have agreed with him after all.

Back to the carnage. It was terrible, I don't even have the words to adequately describe it. I did take a picture though. (I know, I need professional help.) Maybe I'll post it when I get my computer, hehe. It looked like big gobs of fudge splattered all over the floor in this zig-zag pattern that stretched for like 6 or 7 feet. Like someone had stepped in that chocolate river in the Willy Wonka factory and walked all over our hallway. Except it wasn't fudge or chocolate, and it certainly didn't smell that way.

(Side note: Marc didn't want me to blog about this, because it's embarrassing, but I told him that that's precisely why I HAVE to blog about it, because things that are embarrassing or hilarious are blogging gold!)

The cats usually come to the garage door to greet me when I come home, but this time I found them huddled in the family room, afraid to come near the area.

I think it took me an hour to clean the mess, and it was probably a good thing I hadn't eaten anything for a few hours. I totally ran out of cleaner, so Marc had to pick up some more for me to finish up the job.

I got the dog cleaned up, gave him some Kaopectate, and then we went off to agility class.

Class went well, except about halfway through we had to make an emergency sprint to the back field outside the agility yard to avoid embarrassing ourselves in front of Lorie and the rest of the students.

And I have now written an entire blog about poop!