Of Poop & Puppies
September 27, 2004
Please stand by for The Big Fat Drunk Wedding entry, which has been delayed on account of PROJECTILE PUPPY DIARRHEA.
The Precious is sick. I'm staying home with her today. Because I am a wreck. Because she is sick.
We picked her up from the vet last night and she seemed okay, but she obviously lost some weight during the whole spaying-and-boarding ordeal. Which is HUGE when you only weigh like, 3 pounds. If we were on Animal Precinct and someone saw our skin-and-bones puppy we would so get arrested.
But she's a super picky eater so we figured she just didn't like whatever the vet fed her. She chowed down at home and we were all, "Yeah, she's a brat diva."
Then the poop came. OH MY GOD THE POOP.
Ceiba: Mommy and Daddy came fer mE! Yay home and hi kat. FOOOOOD. YuMMie,. Uh oh. haver to pOOP now. Allover floor. carpit! pilES and piles of greeN poop. WAh.
Mommy: FUCK. DAMN. BUT ALSO POOR TINY WEE BABY! WAh.
Max: Fuck. They brought that damn rat thing back after all. WAh.