Seconds before I left for work, Farnsy started gagging. He puked up a poo. I actually gagged a little. I have a pretty strong stomach. I don't gag at normal puke. But POO-PUKE?! That is not a "Hey, your chocolate's in my peanut butter, your peanut butter's in my chocolate" kind of combination.
Listen - I don't LET my dogs eat poo. They use papers inside and I am pretty tuned to their bowel schedules so I can pick it up right away. But every now and then a shit falls thru the cracks (or ONE very important crack).
Corn called me to tell me Reggie poo-puked 5 more times before HE left for work. But each pile was smaller than the last. Now, I just feel mostly bad and mildly disgusted. Poor little chap. Barfin' up logs.
Holy lord on wheels, I could sooo gag again.
Hey! I told you not to read this!!!!