Sleep. Sweet beautiful sleep.
Unfettered, blissful shut eye.
Quiet, transcendant, peaceful, rest. (sniff-sniff)
Dream state, (sniff-sniff), wonderful drea-mm-…. what the FUCK is that smell???
G-friend awakes. “What is it? What do you smell?”
Um, shit…. I smell…. shit….
Completely out of sorts, I jump to a standing position, looking for the dogs. Both, sleeping, blissful as I WAS. One is to not be trusted though. He… ugh this SMELLS HORRIBLE!
Breath held, I turned on the lights.
And there it was, in the middle of the living room, on the hard wood floor.
Two large gelatinous, amorphous, GIANT piles of DIARRHEA! Graphic and horrific were these pools of poo!
UGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, this is just messed up. Based on the size of this, my dog should now be half his size!
94 Paper towels later, I am now aware of the most terrible of notions, and that is the fact it’s 5:15 in the morning, and my alarm goes off very very soon. Why? Why oh Lord?
Ok, let me pretend to sleep for the next 30 minutes, while I cover my head to escape the smell.
This can’t be my most recent update to my journal, so, I will post ANYTHING after I post this, so this gets filed lower!!!
